I am a construct of human creation. Made up of glass and many other components.

Upon mosts ceilings I sit.

Spending half the day unused

Sitting in darkness that i have the power to remove

Without someone making me bring light, I am unable to.

And despite people needing me turned on to see,

When i'm on they never look at me

My existence is dictated by humans

And their existence relies on mine,

Now I am the sun. A man looks up towards me.

He wanted to gaze at the heavens, but I was alone in the sky

He soon looked down, not wanting me to damage his eyesight.

I see him look down

Then he shakes his head in disappointment

I am important to him

But he takes me for granted

For i'm the reason he has life

And day by day I rise, without a care.