NaPoWriMo 29: A Random Collection of Thoughts

The sun is a smile.
Both dark and light.
Fiery, crackling, sulfuric, scorching, tasteless.
And with its sight, come heat.
From Jerusalem to the Seven Cities of Cíbola,
It is plainly seen.
By every John, Jane and Jim on earth.
The sun is either dark or light.
And yet the moon is constant.
Like crinkled origami paper,
The sun blinks and glows.
The earth orbits and our dear sun grows.
"Forgive and forget."
The spinning sun of envy.
The earth and all its siblings chasing around their mother.
And every little person flies up to meet her.
Abby is astounded.
The sun will gather her children together.
The cool sun.
The earth is square in places.
Con sus ciudades y pueblos.
And it jumps with our moon,
Flying up to meet her.