Today the sun rises in the east
like a ball being served
at a giant’s tennis match.
The shadow of the sun spins
and rotates into the distance.
It disappears
over the next hill where
I cannot see it anymore.
What do these shadows
have for my today?
Will there be happiness?
It is all out of my hands.
I am not playing in the
giant’s tennis match.
The ball has been served.
Through My Eyes 