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