The torch flame of the sun strikes at the earth.
Consuming its fire extracts the air
a vacuum appears the clouds hold their breath
and a day made for beauty is filtered
The filament source becomes animate
discerns what it would destroy without thought
and departs from its nature to create
a world for the living a world forethought
While its destruction is delayed a time,
wind and water muting heated extremes
undergoes its temperate hastening
then disarms its potent awakening
For just one touch of the solar exhaust
would incinerate everything at once.
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