Sun

must i arise every dawn to do nothing but shine upon and warm all those who shiver i, a scorching giver and rarely am i truly praised seldom i am looked upon my rays seep through the cloudy haze the foggy mist of early dawn but no one seems to thank my presence scarcely do they think me pleasant often just a searing blister only wanted in the winter for that is when they realize they miss my warming rays they crave the brilliant, sunny skies a sparkle through the gloomy haze if i should leave, would they care? would they be left beyond repair? only deep in snow they see that they, in fact, do need me