Solar god I am not. Nor am I its children’s totem. But, I shine for both self and others my sunny disposition.
Whether weather heats or cools depends on tilt of Earth’s girdlestead. Minding love, though, for the self, steadily reflects welcomes instead.
Expect my bright in seasons estival for sure. Then, let me carry a warmthful pose to cloudy scenes just as a fire enters for icy toes.
When external forecasts determine internal feelings, soul remains juberous. Else, golden days burn through any haze with confidence self-lit. ; )