Distance

Maybe the sun,
An astronomical unit away,
Warms more than what's close,
And the moon,
Well not that far,
Cools too, and makes the oceans dance,
Maybe distance is the only thing that counts,
In keeping who matter, as our own,
For it is many feet below and between the fruit and the earth,
To nurture, as roots of the tree, sit the seeds once sown.