Once a day a great eye appears in the east of my world, it looks at me unblinking and fearless, it looks at me but I cant look back at it’s greatness.
As the day progresses it watches me, and all around me, praised by all it shines in glory, all nature is run by the fire that many fear, and few look at.
At the end of the day the great eye blinks, just once, and then it is lost until the next day, all nature closes their eye, and the world sleeps until the earths next revolution.