Deify me, I illuminate your world. I shine like your luminous guardian angel. In the cosmos, I am your adored arch-angel. I awake to brighten a lack-luster morning. I always your routine activities herald. I glitter for the flora to have their fill, so do I for men to energize their mill. Of the ocean currents I keep on warning. I make the flora lush for medicine and food. I awake for the globe's universal good, and sleep at even with a sated crimson smile. I pave the way for the silver and dew for a while. The globe's life would cease without my needful presence. Of the firmament, I am the very essence.
Beautifully expressed. Like you wrote, our little blue dot in our infinitesimally small corner of the universe, we would not exist without our sun. I believe early civilizations that worshiped the sun had it right. Gods do not give us energy and heat.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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