Mother Sun

The Sun....

Creeps over the horizon to slowly illuminate all that she nourishes....

Brilliant rays of intelligence she spreads them far and wide ...

Lightly kissing the skin of all who welcome her warm embrace

And does not block her....

Throughout the day she stays not the same shade but alters through time to allow her fairer children to be enlighten by her essence

That  is absorbed by only being near her for a second..

Knowledge....

And the sun leaves her best wishes with those kisses of well intentions that  bring out the vibrant colors of all her children's skin..

But

Through time..

The mother

The nurturer

Our Sun from the Son....

cannot plant the seeds of knowing without The rain....

The Sun....

As her tired rays' range of reaching grows shorter

She has become less effective on her own

Eclipsed by the moon of disrespect

Now burning her children's skin

Causing cancerous negative behavior to spread far

Replacing  all her good intentions with rebellion and the struggle to fill the space of that rain

Her bright rays flicker...

For without

Rain..

Man..

She cannot plant the proper seeds of knowing....

Alone

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