Indebted

 

I took to watching slow dying sunsets

Marking the passing of the dawdling day

The trees casting their stoic silhouettes

 

Counting the golden currency each ray

bestows upon my mood and mental health

keeping the braying doubts and fears at bay

 

Accumulating natures gift of wealth

hoarding value like a miser stores gold

a solar bank that aids the commonwealth

 

Bestowing gifts upon the young and old

The teller of the heavens by and by

Will release treasure measured many-fold

 

When all is spent the debt will rectify

Each day a new sun rises in the sky