The sun rose with a yawn.
At the crack of dawn he shone his light into the world with glee.
He was happy to be of service to the Earth and the humans on it that needed his warmth and vitality. The very food they ate was photosynthesized by his rays.
The sun took care of the days asking for nothing in return, although his heart did yearn for the love of the moon. Every afternoon he would prepare to gaze at her. He would change colour to an orange hue because she looked beautiful in such a light.
As night approached he would get ready to catch a glimpse of his love but of course, as the force of the Earth’s spin continued into dusk he was disappointed with how brief an encounter he had with her beauty. She would smile at the sun as he went down and ended his shift, which lifted his spirits but he longed for an extended moment of time with her.
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