Acts of sun

The sun burns deep,
In emptiness it seeps.
Through the dingy window,
The rays come in torrents.
Some folks they please,
For others they are disease.
A piercing skin bursts forth,
Nothing to hold it back.
The day crawls on its feet,
Hiding from a dubious feat.
When does the acclaim come,
None has yet known of that.
Yet it shines another day,
Some make merry,others keep bay.
The profound value thus evolves,
Into the eerie darkness it dissolves.