Mr. Burning Sun, please tell me
why when we need you, you're sleeping on the job,
why you must give us your tears on a good day,
and why you must burn our skin when we step into the glistening light?
For if you give us life, why make the weather insufferable?
For we are worlds away, what have we ever done to harm you?
Maybe it's not your fault.
I consider that when I see the warm pictures
that you paint across the skies,
your colors off the lakes
at night's fall and dawn's rise,
and your rays through the morning mist.
Maybe I solely seek those times,
for you don't do those things all the time,
only certain mornings and nights.
You have a life, too,
not just us.
Perhaps you want us to savor
the sunshine you leave us with
on the days you are gone.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 4:15 PM UTC
Mr. Burning Sun, please tell me
why when we need you, you're sleeping on the job,
why you must give us your tears on a good day,
and why you must burn our skin when we step into the glistening light?
For if you give us life, why make the weather insufferable?
For we are worlds away, what have we ever done to harm you?
Maybe it's not your fault.
I consider that when I see the warm pictures
that you paint across the skies,
your colors off the lakes
at night's fall and dawn's rise,
and your rays through the morning mist.
Maybe I solely seek those times,
for you don't do those things all the time,
only certain mornings and nights.
You have a life, too,
not just us.
Perhaps you want us to savor
the sunshine you leave us with
on the days you are gone.
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