The Sun…

except
for
Tasmanian
Devils
and
other
beings
who
love
the
night
most
of
us
crave
the
sun
and
need
it
to
grow
to
thrive
and
to
be
happy

 

plants
turn
toward
the
star
following
it
across
the
sky
pressing
against
windows
climbing
buildings
and
fences
to
catch
the
golden
rays

 

sun
worshipers
offer
themselves
to
the
flaming
orb
as
she
makes
her
rounds
through
time
and
space
never
thinking
about
the
fact
that
one
day
just
like
everything
else

 

she
will
die

 

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2 Responses to The Sun…

  1. Luckily we are more fleeting than the sun, worshipping briefly then returning to stardust.

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