The sun shines on everyday
Though it may not show through
Its presence is life's centerpiece
Silent, certain, ordinarily so
Its glory in itself, not more
Essential to all that is here
With grandiose prestige kept
Often overlooked, or even cursed
Once plainly worshipped by all
Now its brilliance is abated
By conveniences held close
Solar magnificence once praised
When its time has concluded
In eons estimated vastly so
All the planets here will know
In darkness cold and supreme
It will topple into decay
After a nova of our only star