The Sun's Toil

"Rage, Rage against the dying of the light.", They say. To the contrary, all the Sun wants is the cessation of the light. It labors endlessly bringing light to the world so that we may flourish. A thankless job, with us too consumed by greed to take a moment to ponder the Sun's mighty effort. With no breaks or relief the Sun shines constantly, bringing its holy rays and providing bright days. "Rage, rage against the dying of the light.", They say. "Let me go.", pleads the Sun.