As Time Slows Around Us [Poetry]

Rising Admiration

As the sun rises,
A song emits from his gentle
But cancer-inducing light.
His song wakes the children and
wishes the elders of more night,
because after all these years, why would they want this sight?

The sun is aware of his beauty,
his strife,
but also his cancerous bright.

The sun often hopes to be the moon,
For she seems to have the saddest gloom,
but obtains such breathtaking views.

You don't see people taking pictures of the sun,
He isn't pretty enough for the humans.
But the moon, she captures all light from devices
the moment she arises.

But is the sun jealous?
No, he could never be jealous
of such a glorious being.
Just the sight of her is so freeing
to the sun.

But the moon never acknowledges the sun,
why would she?
He isn't beautiful,
he isn't glorious,
he will never be victorious
compared to her.

So, the sun will watch with awe inspiration,
and the moon will always refuse to see the sun in his
cancerous brightness.