It gives us light. It gives us power. But it also gives us sunburn and possibly skin cancer. Yes, I'm talking about the sun, or Sol if you want to be formal. The big ball of gas has turned me into a bipedal lobster for the next few days. It's burnt me good.
So I ask the sun, how have I wronged you? What have I done to deserve this? I don't stare when you eclipse. I try not to look at you directly for extended periods of time. Yet with all this respect and obedience, here I am... redder than Ralph Klein after happy hour.
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