Some days, it is hidden,
Like a treasured memory tucked away,
You cannot see or feel it necessarily,
But its energy is still flowing.
Other days, it is completely transparent,
For everyone to see and admire,
Its brightness shines through,
Vividly breathing life into others in its presence.
Some days, it peeks out here and there,
Like a continual game of ebb and flow,
Moments of happiness, some that are meh,
Riding out any storms that come its way.
We can all relate to the sun,
Some days, we wish to remain quiet and unseen,
Other days, our energy is openly on display,
Some days, we are us just doing our thing,
This thing called, Life.