Of Suns and Gods Alike

How unfair of the sun to make leaves

Cast a shadow over everything beneath them

As if their photosynthesis is worth less;

To say their green holds lackluster meaning;

To allow things to die.


How untrue to itself must this ball of gas be

To make worlds move around it;

Be shifty in skies and provide light

Only to places in its view?

Are not all things deserving of heat;

To know passions glow;

Burst open with joy;

Cross pollinating the skin of all that seek growth?


What injustice for a sun to burnout;

To turn cold on all that grew dependency;

Wreak havoc and devastation in its passing;

To die.

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