The Sun

On days of darkness,it's difficult to discern directions

It's easy to stumble and stutter over utter despair

Trees seem denser;clouds seem grayer;and sound seems stiffer

Then, rays begin to radiate across the horizon of hopelessness

Its warmth is a witness to those waiting for wonder

Beckoning those who bemoan to vanquish their bitterness

Energizing the enervated and emotionless

The sun captivates,as it concentrates on calling you to survive

The days of darkness;when it's difficult to discern directions