Optimistic

The Sun

A blanket of warmth smothering
protecting, nurturing, raising
golden heat.
Illuminating me, you, us

A blazing sheath, radiating
the glow of light
rays dancing, twirling.
Happiness and hope marching boldly alongside him.
Or is that too much of a stereotype
to think a thing so bright and luminous can bring joy?
Is it possible something so powerful
as the sun may be

Fallible?

And I know, I too, will cease to exist
but to know such a thing,
the fallibility of the sun,aches my parched mind