Photo Response Work 2

Sol

Billions of years old

And seemingly as many light years away

Or so it appears to the cold scientific mind

But not to the sensitive human eye

I live as a glorious, flaming fireball of electrifying energy

A conflagration of red, orange, and yellow

Raging savagely from every curve

I am the source of all power, heat, and light

No life comes into existence except through Me

I am an artist

Earth is my canvas

Life is my art

I create crisp glistening sunrises

And soft salmon-pink sunsets

As the vespertine hours approach

And day transcends to night

I droop below the horizon

Washing the world in a violet dusk

The first stars vainly scintillate the evening sky

Eagerly awaiting the arrival

Of the nocturnal mirror moon

A thief – which illuminates the world anew

With stolen light

I say my last goodnights to the drowsy planet

Just as I say my cheerful good mornings

I am day; I am night

I am the constant hope

For new beginnings

Katy Thompson

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January 22, 2012