When I was younger, I was a bonfire.
I blinded all who came to hurt me,
and could comfort those who sought my warmth.
I lit my surroundings with my wild light,
and was never afraid
because nothing could hurt me .
The world was mine to conquer.
Before I realized it, I was a pyre.
My words were filled with malice.
My mind and my eyes were blurred by the smoke.
I burned those who came too close,
and I was left to die out.
I became afraid of the dark.
As I got older, my flames grew dim.
I was nothing but a tiny spark.
The breath that came off their lips was enough to make me quiver.
My atmosphere was consuming me.
I looked to the stars.
They were so small,
and yet they could be seen for miles.
It was then that I dreamed of
becoming a star.
Now everyone can see me all around the Earth.
I can, and will, burn anyone who doesn’t respect me.
I will protect everyone from the dark,
so they won’t be left out in the cold like I was.
No one dares to look me in the eyes,
let alone touch me.
I shine brighter than ever before.
Now I am the sun.