Sunny side up!

I've seen it a million times,

Stark and dark, flared and mellow...

I've seen it in every way,

Bright or dull, red, orange and yellow...

I've been through its ups and downs,

Borne its wrath, sorrow or glee...

And whether it is warm, sprightly or aglow,

I've always seen it as a part of me...

To it my faith, my religion, my love is bound.

It seems what revolves round it, is this world of mine...

It is its center, its tither, its soul, its shrine...

And though it is beyond my reach and greatly unbound,

It still is close, for it, to me, is divine...

And to it, myself, I do entwine...

Call it a ball of gas,

Or the life giver,

The blanket of warmth,

Or my lucifer.

It is young,

It is bright,

It sets,

Yet it brings me light...

I say it is my whim,

Others call it a fact...

I worship it in silences,

And pull a non-believer's act...

They call it an emotion,

I call it my one...

Riddle me a thing,

Is it my love, or,

Is it the sun?