Does the searing sun ever get tired
Of having to un-shade the pitch-black sky?
Of moving steadily around up high?

Does it regret the day it was hired?
Does the sun wish that it would be fired?
Does the sizzling sun ever outcry?

Beg to move in a line, not in a ring?
For time spent still, for a week spend a stun?
For a lengthy vacation or some fun?

For forever away from everything?
For a friend? — a foe? —...