Two Sided Sun.

The Sun, I think, is a peculiar thing

Itself, and all connotations it brings

Happy, alone, standing out in the sky

Shouting, "Be Warm",

a million mile cry.

We hear and we listen

as it shines and glistens

a dark haired girl,

is mildly smitten.

Resting on a beach,

hopin' and wishin'

a man could see her

in this hot condition.

Across the wide world, 

in a different position,

very same sun,

but different mission.

Screams at a boy

whose burns do remiss him

wearing him down

with pin-point precision.

The versatile sun,

Shows many colours through one.

Wrapping the earth in a warm, gentle hug

but if you're uncareful,

or like reckless fun,

The sun can be cruel,

but only to some.