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Submitted by 𝙰.𝙴. 𝙲𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚜
'The sun grew weary of seeing men squander its light'
Use this sentence in a poem or short story. What themes could you explore with this idea?
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The sun grew weary of seeing men squandering its light
And preferring instead the harsh glare of the false suns they find inside.
Choosing to bask in the lifeless artificial illumination they created
Or seeking dark, dusty corners in which they can hide.
The moon grew weary of men neglecting its quiet power
And turning a blind eye to its gentle guidance of the changing seasons.
Never seeing the m...
The sun may one day set on man
For all the things done by his hand
Most of which are good and gay
But some which only wither or decay
A world once new, born from a star
The same observing from afar
As the mortals down below
Chaos, reap, and discord, sows
This star is worshipped for a time
Meager offerings and shrines
It doesn’t care for mankind’s gifts
As time revolves the sunlight lifts
Now ...
The sun was miserable it’s light was used forto bring life to the earth instead mankind had trapped it to create death to all life and animals with green house gases.
Mankind used the light the furnace to create nuclear energy to cause devastation to the planet.
The light grew dim in the eyes of man....
Beneath blue skies,
Men stormed the village.
The sun warmed the rich earth beneath
As they shot them as they raised their hands in surrender.
There were no clouds in the sky
As screams rang out through the quiet streets.
Blood seeped into the soil.
The sun grew weary of seeing men squander its light....
The sun got weary
of seeing men squander in her light.
But when she is gone
The men get dreary.
They wish her gone
When it gets too much.
It doesn’t matter
She’ll come back
Come dawn.
You don’t know
You miss something
Until it’s gone.
Since they don’t
Want my warmth
They will have to squander
In snow....
The sun grew weary of seeing men squander it’s light. Day in and day out, there was more pollution dampening its gift to the world. It wasn’t always like this, people used to love the daytime, respect the sun for bestowing light upon the world. The only way they could see without the sun was fire, but the sun disliked fire, due to the smoke. Those were the days the sun longed for, the days when it...
The sun grew tired of many things
It grew tired of watching civilizations rise and fall for men who never stood for truth
It grew tired of villages destroying others over long forgotten gods
It grew tired of cities burning under the weight of an inevitable figure
The sun grew weary of seeing men squander its light...
How long do you give,
While they take,
And take,
And take,
Before you start,
To think,
To realize,
That maybe there was more to life,
Than seeing your golden glow shine,
On cities and towns,
On fields of grass and vibrant flowers,
On forests and oceans and rivers,
And watching the people,
That you work so hard for,
That you shine for,
Day,
After day,
After day,
Take it for granted,
Acting like th...
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