The Sun

If I were a Star, then you would be the Sun. Bright, brilliant, resilient, you are a beacon of light And all bask in your radiant glow. Although I am a Star, and I share my own light, None shine brighter than you. Others orbit around you and are held in by your gravitational pull. So I have grown jealous, even though I still worship your might. There are millions, billions, of me And only one of you, the Sun. How I wish I could bow down to you like the others How I wish I could admire your beauty and wisdom Instead of hiding in the growing shadow of resentment. But then I realized: the Sun is also a Star. It gives me hope that I too will someday have my own solar system. Maybe I too, can be the Sun.