Sun

The morning sun blossoms and breathes
a fire so wide past borders it seeps
with orange and red it conquers the land
gives life to the lifeless for hours on end

It burns bright with passion
for all that we fashion
and make for with haste
before we lay waste

It misses but nothing
except for the wanting
of human emotion
that needs no devotion

That cares for the careless
and weeps for the lost
no rest for the restless
for they pay the cost