Sun

	Oh, great gas giant in the sky, how you take a darkened landscape, full of foreboding mystery 
and frightful shadows, and, slowly but surely, cast the most beautiful of rays upon it to reveal the forms 
of the Earth and all its occupants, from the valiant tree standing solely in the field to the definitive line 
of the horizon to the eagle that soars before your very face, daring to scrape his wings into the glorious 
brightness that is your hotly burning soul forever afire from the dawn of time 'til the demise of man in 
his tedious ways, as you are there forever, a cyclical guest outlasting the petty wars Caine shall forever 
mount against Abel for the most insignificant of reasons, your beaming figure casting judgment upon 
the minuscule creatures below that toil away like mad in your light, building great contraptions and 
engineering great schemes of which to gain independence from nature, but still you reign, as you 
always have, now and forever over the kingdom of man.

(Ian Gibson)