The Sun

                                 graphic by upadanasaddha

It was pitch dark. Dark and still, waiting. To prickle the most stark contrast, for the most grand entrance. Then he came. The sun, He peaked across the horizon and slowly rose up to bask the new lands in His golden glow. He let everyone enjoy His magnificence. Slow but steady He said to himself, they love me I will let them feel my glory. He concentrated very hard to shine brightly and move at the regal pace for everyone on Earth to notice Him. Then by noon He had risen to his throne on the highest peak of the clouds in the sky. There He sat looking over the world. He was proud and happy with himself. Now everyone can see Me. So he looked down on the world and all its people. But everyone paid no attention to him. No one looked at him and he asked why? Why do they not love me? Perhaps if I shone more my beautiful warmth they will notice me more. So the Sun shone harder and hotter. And forests burnt and the sea boiled. Then people started complaining and crying over their plight. Why does the Sun punish us so. The Sun was so angry, that His gift was so unappreciated by the people that He said fine, I shall not shine so hard then, then they will miss me. From this lands froze and crops did not grow and many of the people died. Again the people cursed the Sun for being so cruel and tempestuous. And the Sun was so angry at the people that he decided to leave altogether. He said goodbye to all the people. He came down from his throne and slowly descended across the horizon. Then it was pitch dark again. But know this. The sun, he is fast to anger and fast to forget. And for as proud as he is, he is lonely. So tomorrow again he begins his toils for another day.