The Sun Does Not Change (A Poem)

Is it not a wonder how on any given day
We can look at the Sun with a feeling so gay,
But the next time that we see the Sun gleaming,
We curse the light blinding and its rays hotly beaming?

The Sun does not change itself in the sky.
It is always there shining on it’s throne so high.
Rather we change to darkness, finding reasons to whine,
Let us be like the Sun: always there to shine.

This poem is property of the author, and any use of this poem must be done with permission from author. Contact admin@iammwright.com to use poem. Written by M. Wright.


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