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.
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