"They may as well have called the sun a ball of flaming joy." ~Star Richés

I don't think there is anyone that has lived (and passed), and who is alive today, in this entire universe that has not been lavishly 'kissed', or romanced by the sun. That is one of the most amazing privileges nature has given us in our daily existence. Yet, for many earthlings, our busyness robs us of this divine gift called "sun", described by Jessi Lane Adams "the epitome of benevolence, of life giving, warmth giving and happiness giving". How gloomy our life would be, derived of sunshine, sunlight, sunsets and sunrise. Without it we die, as simple as that.

I am one artist who is guilty of stalking her, like a fan does her favorite celebrity. I bask, stare, use, intrude, photograph and make poor imitations of her beauty. But, that's alright i guess. She never seems to mind. On the contrary, i get the feeling she likes the attention. If there is a love affair between us, she keeps the secret very well. I like that. You can't have a better friend than that.

Here's a little poem of a tribute i wrote for my bestfriend and confidante SUN:

THE SUN OF MY LIFE

You spoil me, and how I seek and crave your touch.

I love it that you love on me without limitation

You have not failed me from the day i was borne 

Your incredible golden hues delight my eyes and soul.

You are distant yet so close, fervent in your coming and going

How you keep me on my toes, filling my senses with surprises.

You can be gentle and subtle, soothing my tired mind.

Then, with great timing, you're ablazed, a work of art!

You can be bold, intense and hot, you know the trick, I'm in awe

Reflecting in your presence, you've exposed my vulnerability

Mere human, weak and fragile, i found myself humbled

You give, much more than anybody can ever give back

You show up like a paid actor, eloquent and beautiful

How is it, you've never complained at the ugliness of it all?

You have the power to burn and punish ingrates etal

A ball of mystery, a daunting planet, why do you still visit us?

You are a friend to the friendless, a warm blanket to the homeless

For years, you have watched over me, brightening my days

I have not been as gracious, rather i have been self absorbed

But, now i honor and thank you, for the magnificence of your love

Sylvia van Velzer

"Let us permit nature to have her way. She understands her business better than we do". ~Michel de Montaigne