Look up, look up. Look all around.
You’ll see a picture, hear a sound,
Without a filter, just a glance,
You’ll find a moment that by chance,
It won’t be shared, it’s yours alone.
A simple pleasure, yours to own.
Perhaps this picture, sound or gaze,
Reminds yourself to clear the haze,
Of endless mumbles, pointless noise,
Random comments, apps and toys,
Of anger, offence and lament,
Of apathy and malcontent.
So brave and free you’ll have become,
Just by glancing at the sun.
A moments peace, a point in space,
To feel the sunlight warm your face.
Perhaps you’ll realise, now you’ve seen,
That life’s not light shone from a screen.