The Same Sun Poem by Ulysses Cabinatan

The morning sun kisses my cheeks
My face feels the warm
Seeping through me…
The same sun
The same heat it gives
But feel every time it is different
Depending on the movement of the earth,
The presence of clouds
And one’s location on Earth
Gradually, the sky changes hue
From warmth orange red
To clear sky blue
The same sun our ancestors may worship
The same sun I am enjoying its radiance in the morning.
and the spider, thankful to the sun,
happily spins its web
which was destroyed by the storm last night.