The Sun

You’re the burning, crimson sun disappearing beneath a hazy horizon—

the last dispersion of light to be seen after a difficult day.

I feel your warmth and protection in the most hopeless of times—

you bring me to life when the world aims to snuff me out.

You don’t always stay, and the nights without you are the darkest of times,

but you always come back in the morning.

You’re a fiery beacon of radiant light in an otherwise lackluster universe.