“The Sun”

The sun gives us life, when it shows us its face,

It can warm up the planet, this beautiful place

Or destroy it – kill all life – leaving no trace 

It can disappear all together, for months at a time 

Never appearing, the bejeweled sunshine.

Humans realease gases 

into the atmosphere 

Trapping the heat, 

Year after year

The sun does its job 

It does it too well 

It heats up the planet

The temperatures swell

Literary Intent

This poem is different from the rest, as it is purely observational. It states facts, and that’s it. It has an urgent tone, but not one where it urges you to do something. It’s as if the poem knows the earth is doomed, and can not do anything about it.