A Sun's Promise
Long ago, the sky was whole, one endless blaze, unbroken, bold. The Sun ruled high with golden crown, no night, no rest, no cooling down.
The Earth grew weary, rivers cried, the flowers wilted, shadows died. So the Moon, in silver veils of mist, approached the Sun with a tender kiss.
“Share your throne, O burning king, let creatures sleep, let dreamers sing. I’ll guard the dark with softer light, while you descend and grant them night.”
The Sun, though proud, could not deny the pleading Earth, the Moon’s soft sigh. So every eve he rides away, into the sea at end of day.
And every dawn, with blazing fire, he climbs the sky at her desire. A promise made, a vow to keep, the world may wake, the world may sleep.
So rises Sun, so sets again, a dance of love that has no end.
