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
Copyright © Brooklyn Cruz | Year Posted 2019
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