The Sun and Her Children

She kissed each of her children, 
And wished them happy days. 
For her countenance was bright,
And she emitted many rays. 

Rays that touch them sweetly,
And helped their stature grow. 
But too much of her would kill them, 
That they surely know. 

For she was like truth, 
In a world that fears it greatly. 
For she uncovered all their roots, 
Yet did so quite sedately.

By invading the soil, 
And stripping them bare. 
But in pain they knew, 
it was all out of care. 

Because when you’re living in darkness, 
The truth can do two things.
It can utterly destroy you, 
Or can grow you bigger wings.