The Sun
By Snook S
Published 27 April 2023
Sunlight peaks through the gaps of the trees, curiously watching.
Sunlight can see everything the shadows aren't touching.
A scorching heat or flickering flame the warm rays always shine.
Summer temperatures and winter snow, sunlight never resigns.
Sunlight observes silently, watching the stories of people.
Sunlight witnesses the righteous and the unruly, deems it quite evil.
The flora basks in it every day, sucking up the energy.
The flowers, the meadows, the streams, the grass see it as nothing as an enemy.
Sunlight roots from the big orange ball,
sunlight roots from the one that rules all.
Though it may disappear into the horizon, on the other side it shows.
The observer, the sun, the king, the big orb that glows.