Sun

You are the giver of life
And the destroyer of worlds.
You are the heat of the summer
And the painter of the sky.
Lovers cuddle on blankets
On hills across the planet
Dedicated to them
To witness the marvel of your work.
They call you Sol.
Helios.
Apollo and
Ra.
To many, you are simply

Sun.
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