AN: this is one of my favorite pieces. I hope you like it. Please R&R thank you.

Sun

It is not feigned the high flight of the heart, the sweeping arc of glee, the delicate flutter of unburdened elation it is but only fleeting. For just as the heights are lofty so too in opposition are the depths, they are as a mill stone of sorrow in a abyss oblivion. Hush hush quell these soundings of despair, for the sun must shine in spite of it's own demise. be shut and swallow the bitter ache of loneliness for the sun has but one purpose, to blaze brightly that she may illuminate all, for she is to give but never receive.