The sun beats down on my boiling body,
Defeating the last morsels of energy left in it.
A concoction of sunscreen and sweat covers my skin,
As I reach to feel the rays beaming into my skull.
My fingertip gently touches my crimson cheek,
Anticipating a needle ***** upon contact.

The heat seeps from the pavement,
Through my sandals, I feel my feet burn.
This concrete is hot enough to host a cooking show,
And it seems I’m being served as the main course.
Hoping to cool my toes, I step aside into the grass,
That wilts with weariness as I do beneath the sun.

The sun causes such misery when the clouds hide,
And yet our mere existence depends upon it.
These precious and plentiful ultraviolet jewels of light,
Possess such a power in their incandescence.
And as the sun’s gravity pulls our planet into orbit,
We must force ourselves to acknowledge its importance.