Cry to the sun

In my prime those below cast shadows. And the red soil beneath their feet boils. Those who know me seek refugee. In my wrath life becomes unpleasant. In my absence life becomes a nightmare, and yet with gentle warmth I embrace life to strive. I give hope a reason to live.

Reviews

[Soren]

The sun yes and as a metaphor so are some people. Nicely written

[MrBlack202]

Thank you, your comment is very much appreciated.