The sun, I think is like a friend that you have lost
One that you've drifted so far from, that it is impossible to return
Yet still its light shines on you, so blinding you must look away.
A friend that you have lost, and to look upon them is to feel tears in your eyes as hot as the ocean under the sun.
I’ve seen a million sunsets and sunrises, yet each day still dawns with new surprises. As the sun peaks its golden rays over the green mountains, Vermont’s future stretches out with new horizons.
In the fields, there are dustings of flowers like confetti left over from a party, sprinkled over the land so randomly, yet beautiful in their chaos.
In the cradle of the galaxy’s abyss, we float
Born and aged through evolutions, revolutions
The Earth has been here, and we are passengers on a never ending journey in our orbit round the sun
Comments
Odd, I used to know several people who referred to the sun as "Sun-Buddy." Eventually I picked up the phrase, too. Now that I've read your poem, it makes all the more sense to look upon the sun as a friend, or a lost friend, that can shine a brilliant light for you or make your eyes water, depending on the situation or the day. Great analogy.
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