The Sun proclaims a love so marvelous
That when the murky shroud of Earth conspires
To blot its light to darkness, quench its fires,
Its brilliant warmth blasts through, so glorious,
That every foe adorns it like a flower,
The clouds that threaten freezing, drenching rain,
Transform into a halo for its fame,
A multicolored vestment, beauty’s bower.
That light by brilliance rendered colorless
Takes on the yellow of a maiden’s hair,
Then purple as a monarch’s stately chair,
And orange as the ember’s flaming dress.
These hues revive a bluish, graying sky,
As nature laughs and tears anoint the eye.
-Tyler William O’Neil
-July 13, 2010