Countless Riches

I know of this thing they call Sun
And legend has it told:
That in the Sun are countless riches
That keep you happy till you're old.

Desire burned within my heart
And my mind could see only one thing:
I must have that precious Sun
So I will be the one to sing.

Off I trod, passing the flowers
Deaf to the birds, smashing the grass
Beyond the fruit I care not to devour
Searching for that heavenly mass.

A shadow is cast from my wandering soul
As I am soaked in soothing ray.
Soon I bloom into a wondering fool.
Why am I still Sunless today?