Each night she hides her face from us,
Her light can no longer be seen-
The moon will try to fill her void,
But fails to share her true gleam.
Sometimes she is cursed a taint-
And others praised a blessing.
Burning our flesh, kissing our cheeks-
She’s everything but depressing.
Dabbing up tears and yesterday’s puddles,
She’ll prepare a new rainy day
She reveals the world in its many colors,
And meanwhile, she’ll fade them away.
Her every beam is dangerous,
But still we soak up her day…
Vitamin D and cancer:
It’s death and bliss in each ray.
