The sun comes up
Evaporates the chill
The plants soak it up
We all bask in its glory.

The great ball burns
The centre of our life
Through its eternal destruction
We are all granted life.

Combustions compose its life
Deadly yet lifegiving
Light shining down
The earth glows in joy.

The balance is there
Sphere of life and death
The balance that creates us
Could very well end us.

-Shorin Quicksilver

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Ero, in the year 387 AF.