As one, I shine brightly, an orb in the sky.
As many, my distortion evokes a lie.
Cast shadows, a glimpse from a single beam
Fragmented through glass, all is not what it seems.
My children scatter, play and hide in the room,
Lurking in corners, teasing the gloom.
Look up above you, fear not my light,
I am the giver of life, shielded from the night.
My sister the Moon casts a silvery glow,
My gift is gold, showered to all below.