What is it about the sun that gives us so much energy
You can get into the physics and chemistry of it all
But at the end, it’s a ball of swirling energy
Why would it choose to give it away?
The whole universe, a cold place
Space in itself, named for its inability to hold anything close
Yet the sun is there
Choosing to surround itself
And choosing to give off all it has for the life of others
Maybe it is foolish
Maybe it feels it has no choice
Maybe it is dead already
And here we are, draining it for all it has
Do we say thank you or praise it for being so kind?
Do we even realize that when our days are cloudy, it is still there, giving all it has?
A bundle of energy, wanting to be close to anything
Yet it burns so hotly that it must remain alone
Maybe we should be like the sun
Maybe we already are.