Under the Sun...s..t happens.

Under the Sun...s..t happens.

We owe so much

To that singular orb,

Its centrality.

Holding the balance

Keeping the flame

Of life burning.

The hub

Around which

All wheels turn

And with

Endless ease

The cycle rolls

On its way.

It burns,

Splendid

In isolation

And dangerous

In its hot passion,

Barely hidden

Behind feigned neutrality.

It affects all

With its power,

Radiant beauty

And barely concealed

Internal rage.

It lacks compassion,

This intolerant

Bringer of light

Gives life

And yet with

Benign indifference

Takes it away.

Watching on high

Overarching

But unprincipled

It looks blindly on

As life grows

And withers

With or without

Reference.

It shines on

Regardless of

The needs of men.

It waits as seeds

Germinate

Even those

Of discontent,

And under its

Infernal gaze

Lights that once flared

All too briefly

Are forever extinguished.