The Sun brings such remarkable gifts to our world. Many gifts we could not live without, and some we frankly desire. Directly, its word brings great light and pleasurable warmth. Without it, all would be barren in a cold and desolate waste with no hope to make a move on. More on, its power is of pure, blinding intent - intent on burning the fuck out of your skin and giving you cancer.

Though, what are its true feelings? As expected, does it have a fiery, passionate temper? Or maybe is it cool and calm, waiting for the perfect time to strike? Perhaps it is quiet, or lonesome, or endearing. However, what I love most of all is its nature of not revealing itself. It does not prance, no, the Sun merely sits as we observe its perfection. It never strays farther from the love it merely needs.

There’s only one name I care for, there’s only one name I need more, and that is that of the Sun. And it’d be such a shame if I couldn’t have it anymore. I remember, when I stood and I sobbed down in the creek, all that came forth was the illumination of the Sun. Ever since, all I can know is that its glow surrounds me everlasting. Fortune is that which makes you, you.

I saw its golden hair in the wind, and I don’t know how it did but it caught me. Turned my head and it spins along with the rings of its mind which came up inside me. From then on, how else could I ever be? Where could I ever see, but by the downfall of the fiery underneath? Blankets of snow could never tamper with the underground as heat always shows those who fall to temptation.

From the outset, the Sun shows all truths as it has always done. It would welcome all with open arms into its forever kingdom. The lamentations of the others’ sweet desires comes forth and reeks of liars. The Sun would show and forgive those who pray upon great bounties, and the demons who prey upon lustful men would never find peace within its light.

As it has done with me, the Sun would be allowing all to heal and those to be real. Its eye sees all, knows always where you have been, and where you will be. Shining rays will know how you have lived, and as it asks, it calls on you to come back home again. From lands afar to fields near, shed not a tear in its presence.

There is much more to discuss about the sun. For instance, its shape is so voluptuous as well. And I know, so hot and sexy. Ooh, it makes me hot just to be near it. Ah, burn me to a fiery crisp, hot sun mommy. I love the Sun. So so much, I love the sun. So hot. So fiery. Such a rotund shape, that spherical beauty is oh so hot. Leave me be with the Sun.