The Sun

Glowing from its strike,

the sun, a friend of a hike,

brightening our journey in a fully mode energy,

boiling our body's sweat in a truly wow prodigy,

out in the swamps, for its glare, it's a whole magnificence,

driving our beauty out of a no way of a supposed lost confidence,

the burning black melanin,

the glowing strikes of a win,

for those living in the arctic,

the snowy tsunami,

in the Atlantic,

the mournful traffic,

saddening the skylight,

out of the matrix,

let the divine glow embellish our journey,

from a sneak peek over the sky,

to a quick snick over the sun blight.