Follow the Sun

Written by Kaura Grande

At sunrise he is filled with wild fire, flames flashing gold, so vibrant they illuminate the landscape. He is alive and his breath breathes warmth and life across the plains. By midday he is at his strongest, scorching the Earth, he burns with radiance, shines with fury, flaunts his heat. At sunset he begins to tire, his flames are quenching, he struggles and fights to stay ablaze. In one last fitfully spectacular display of color he explodes, shooting oranges, pinks, reds, and blues vibrantly across the sky. With nightfall he is extinguished, the world blanketed in black. There is nothing left of him but a small pile of ash, stoked and smoking, ready for a day anew.