I'll kiss the sun

Oh! How I wish I could kiss the sun,
Hot and raging in helium,
Warm to me, but also scorching,
I'd tell the sun I am bequeathing
All my powers to its might
So that I may do justly right,
Think as Crystal, say as sugar,
And act with sprightly spur.
I'll kiss the sun, oh when oh when,
My mighty sun rise each day, again.

Butterfly

Does a butterfly
Flitting amidst flowers
Remember that it
Was once a caterpillar?
Does a caterpillar
Know that in the morning
It will fly away with
A new set of wings?