Raging fire
Irrepressible strength
Chariot of flame
Unstoppable tank

Defying the eyes
Of all who look near
Causing the gazers
To shrink back in fear

Your light is a lance
Your heat a grenade
Nuclear power
Barely contained

But from all this fury
There’s a sort of gift-giving
A reminder that life
Is always worth living

Blessing the Earth
With soft, healing light
To bring on the day
And banish the night

But as daylight grows weary
It surrenders the crown
For as one must go up
One always goes down.