The Disc

It was bright and it warmed him.

He could not look at it.
It was far too bright.

It would have destroyed his ability to see the beauty that it had created, made possible, long before he had arrived.

But he had come from it, so he loved it-the warmth that it gave to him; the beauty it showed to him; the goldening and the emeralding and the diamonding and the sparkling movement of the wonderful trees that was so enrapturing.

The green grass and the soft winds and the warm water; the very air itself- everything and everything and everyone had come from it, this mixture of hydrogen and helium.

He, everyone that he knew, everyone that he loved was animated dust from this star, the star that was too beautiful to gaze upon. He loved it so much.

It was so wonderful, such a wonderful creation by his Creator.

There was true wonder, happiness to be known in this world.

He was happy.

He was glad that he could see it, perceive it.

He loved The Star, The Sun.