The sun is out again, a guiding fireball far from the sky it lights.
It comes to wash away the night and thus for some it brings hope.
The power it holds could destroy us, but without it we would not be.
Like water it is both a necessity and a powerful foe.
With time it will grow and lose much of its heat.
The red giant could swallow us up, our planet.
Our neighbour planets will be the first to go.
But we may yet survive.
We have the power to leave this planet, escape from our solar friend and voyage afar.
We restrict ourselves through the money that governs this world while spending enough money for five mars missions on wars and nuclear weapons.
What good is the ability to kill if we are not to live?
If we are doomed to die because we wanted more dead, is that ironic or just sad?