Envy of the Solar Deity

She rises with jealousy,
so beautifully envious.
She reaches out and touches
the edges of the indigo fluff,
placed delicately in the sky
by the anonymous, mysterious artist's hands.
Her rosy fingertips brush over the tallest trees,
the smallest houses,
and the entire eastern sky.
She arches her back, and the valley walls are drenched
in gold paint.
Stretching each limb basks tree trunks and bushes in paints of yellow.
She climbs higher through the east,
and her arrogance glimpses
the grass,
brushing highlights on the dew.
She smiles,
(radiantly, of course)
And the parting of her lips
creates shadows of the unfortunate who lie in her wake.
The lush greens stretch in hopes of her warming caress.
She kisses her sky
and bathes everything in yellow
and gold.
Illuminating life below her with her jealousy.