The sun arose, shining, one day.
And it basked in the warmth it provided.
The sky beamed blue —
The birds chirped their songs
And the soil grew green.
So the sun shown ever stronger.
But then the night came —
and the sun did not set.
It basked more in its power
and the sky scorched
and the birds wilted
and the soil cracked
but still the sun shown and marveled at itself.
The birds fell
the sky grew clouded
and the soil withdrew
— yet the sun still burned
Until one day —
the sun finally died
but there was nothing left to honor its passing.
The birds were gone
the sky — gone
the soil had turned to rock
And in that last day —
the Sun realized it had never thought to set.