Rise sun, oh brightest star of them all. Take pity on the weary, for your power, intense heat, your consistancy, can be exhausting; bringing high climaxes, and sweat upon ones brow, often times showing no mercy.
Cast yourself upon open fields, across plains of flat and plateau, through cracks amongest thickets of trees, seeping through even the most thick, skies of grey.
Bringing energy to life, or retracting your right, your presence-well known. The abundance of your will can not go unrecognized nor unseen.
Stream upon vast skies, susceptible to your suited liking. Over baring can your harshest of ill moods be.
At days end, peek of dusk, at last you retreat to offer the beauty, the calm serenity of your moon. Greatful for your splendor, but welcoming the moonlight- your relief, brief rest from your consistant, sometimes sweltering offerings.
**You shall rest once more upon my shoulders day next and speak again of your bold admissions for all to recall.
