They say it glowed bright, Like a gold coin under light, A blazing yellow to contrast the blue sky, Where all the birds would fly, Now fifteen years have passed, Each longer than the last, And still I have yet to see, The wonder that all have told me, Of the warm sun, flaming ray, In the stead of the harsh gray That now shadows the world, I wish for that one glimpse, Of the star that once graced the world, And of the warm days that we were tasked to live in