You’re my yellowed sun – old yet stable.
Still shining brightly with nary a wobble.
Wallop you do with your bursting spots
Angry at the changes affecting your guts.
Golden you are not anymore.
Your hues in sienna and more.
Gaseous you, materially, are
Insidious, you’re spewing tar.
You’re being laid bare by greed and misuse.
Loophole, you are not – shouldn’t be abused.
Greenhouse effect will increase temperature.
Warming our waters, glaciers’ solid departure.
Breach your furnace, they must not.
Break your cycle, Earthlings will rot.
Crack your mystery, humans tried but failed.
Catch your power, to light where they sailed.
Human need, unabated by greed thus pronged,
Pollution results, you become sick and wronged.
Unknown crannies and crevices imagined as you gash like ghost
A slit, a split will tear the pothole imagined like wormhole’s roost.
Pricked, punched, punctured you can’t always be.
Awareness should be raised for the Earthlings-to-be
Needs must be structured now or you will cease to be
the Sun that illuminates upon the skies I always see.
Contrasting power your life is.
Your nature has many stories.
That’s why you’re the King of the Earthling’s Skies.
Without you, bright light won’t be seen by our eyes.