It’s Just A Sun-Day

Even the fiery sun that shines through the day cries into the clouds that float his way. He too goes through the motions, gathering his strength to make it through to the high in the heavens at noon. And then when the blues hit and all seems dark, he douses himself in kindness and calls it a day, not quits, you know. For tomorrow he’ll break through at dawn, and color the sky in shades that he feels that day. If tears of joy come his way, he goes all out painting arcs in colours that make everything, and also everyone’s day. And if it be an “I’m okayy …” kinda morning, all the sky wears a somber shade of grey. One thing alone keeps him going through the highs and the lows, it’s always just a day.