The weatherman talks but I do not need his words

I feel the heat and can see the sun beating down

Hiding in the shadows like some pale faced ginger headed clown 

No sun for me, I do not look so good in red

And my face scares children when it starts to peel and makes me look like the walking dead

So, I shall find a tree and enjoy the shade as others about me preen and parade

I shall enjoy and worship the sun in my own way, then worship lots more when night comes to replace the day

Countless Suns above me then, I feel their warmth and my prayers to them I like a child in innocence send.