There is more to the sun
than just warmth and light.
More than just throwing off
the shackles of night.
But there is a softness
to that danger,
never forgetting its
heat and anger.
But we take the sun for granted
that she will rise again, each day.
We complain in the light of the morning
"One more trudge. One more day."
So, look more closely at the light
and know she warms, as her absence chills you
She is an island in
an ocean of blue.