by Hanalore Roth
Each day I plead with the sun, Why must you bestow such beauty and agony all at once? Countless beings who adorn this great world bear the hindrance of uncertainty and are stricken with turmoil. From the first effulgent moment their leaves unfurl until the shrouded dusk when they are reclaimed by the soil— they are unable to glimpse their brilliance they know not of their radiant light. Perhaps the sun is covetous for if he had your shine, in just a sliver of an instant the whole world would be blind. ______ Hanalore Roth is a writer from Glenwood Springs, Colorado. She is a student at Colorado Mountain College where she has chosen to pursue a degree in English.