Sunshine

Why can I not stay in place!

Why must the Earth continue to spin,

Without my feet planted to it's floor?

Why should the scenery around me constantly change?

The people always new,

Never a face before seen,

Yet they all look the same.

I miss my Sunshine;

The warmth they gave me, 

When the wold was so cold.

The love that their rays shone down on me,

Everyday.

I miss watching them set;

Seeing them mold from a vibrant power of energy,

Into a calm force.

One whom I speak deeply to.

Here, 

There is no Sunshine,

Only Darkness.

There is no warmth to shelter me from it's icy bite.

My Sunshine,

They are not here.

Therefore,

Why should I?