To my (and everyone else's) Sun,
It's hard to find the words to etch into my many sands that will uniquely articulate how completely I adore everything that you are -
shining star in a universe too vast to navigate unlit but in your light, I see wonders during rotations.
I feel your rays lick the clouds in my troposphere and watch, mesmerized by the way your sunshine bakes a sunrise into a delicious pastel breakfast pastry
and crafts the sunset into a rich soufflé, the cool cascade of converging colors slowly imploding into the horizon absorbing back into you.
I pray to one day leave my layers and bind myself with you.
I know I am but one of many
basking in your glowing glory
but I am the sole testament to your splendor, an anomaly, an echo of life within the galaxy ricocheting through the chambers of your heart.
I am the planet of gardens and flowers need light to bloom -
I am the planet of gardens and flowers need light to bloom - so it seems I may already be bound to you.
Though I must admit, I fear
Though I must admit, I fear my dear, that you are forever boundless.
Impatiently yours, Earth