We are to believe the sun is not living,
it is just there for the light and heat giving.
Gravitate your focus and inward your thought,
this living sun is the only one we've got.
Then listen closely as it screams and shouts,
centered in the system we can't do without.
Spinning it rises from east and falls west,
this planet holds life it has been blessed.
Yet we are to believe that it has no beat,
no rhythm to follow just the flow of its heat.
The sun it pulses and throws out it's breath,
allowing all of us to have life and then death.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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