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The sun…makes everything better.

let the sunshine in

 

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The sun is a star. Why don’t we call it a star? Why don’t we call the other stars suns, when we look at the night sky? What’s with that? Why don’t we just say, “The star is out? or “I’ve been starburned?” Sunlight and starlight are the exact same thing.

Sunset, Evening, Romantic, Sun

The sun…

the sun
peeked out today
just to let us know
that it’s still there
because sometimes
we think
it went out for lunch
and forgot
to come back

The sun…

Sunset, Birds, Cloud, Sun, Sky, Red

the sun said she was sorry
for leaving us for so long
she didn’t make excuses
that’s simply not her way
but she did say
that she knew
we missed her
even now
however
she didn’t know how long
she could stay
she said that she would do her best
to shine upon us
and teach us the
new song
she learned
while we were on our long journey
around her
but she couldn’t make any promises
about getting through the clouds
it’s all about the clouds
she said
maybe you should talk to them instead

The sun…poem

Sun, Dawn, Schönwetter, Nature, Bright

he was my sun
and
when you live
with the sun
you’re always
warm
it’s  always
summer
and the sun shines
even on the darkest
days

The Sun…

solar
flares
might
be
too
hot
for
some
but
other
people
look
forward
to
the
burn

The Sun…

the
sun’s
not
dead
it’s
just
behind
the
clouds

everyone
is
down
because
we
KNOW
that
it’s
up
there

sooooooooo
close

but
we
just
can’t
SEE
it

heavy
sigh

The sun…

I
think
the
sun
gave
humans
the
idea
for
peek
A
Boo
and
hide
and
seek

it
makes
sense
because
those
are
the
only
games
the
sun
plays

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

 

the sun…a poem

the
sun
has
been
out
for
many
DAYS
in
a
row
and
I’m
SO
happy
I
can
barely
contain
my
JOY
seriously
I’m
squiggly
inside
and
want
to
dance
with
the
neighborhood
cats
and
climb
trees
so
that
I
can
sing
with
the
birds

that’s
how
good
the
sun
makes
me
feel

 

it
truly
sets
me
on
fire

 

 

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