Chemically, the sun is a gas ball. Hydrogen and helium; carbon, oxygen and nitrogen bounce within the cauldron of flames that is our closest star. A lot of energy is packed into that sphere of fire that we spin round each day. So imagine if one ray of sunshine separated itself and traveled to touch our earth. A single flame of a Rockette line-up of dancing ballerinas on pointe, enmeshed in yards of yellow tulle the color of sky at sunset with honey colored roses woven throughout their hair that leave trails of gold dust as this magnificent ray of sun whips into our stratosphere. This ray of sunshine is a flame of light and beauty and it is aimed straight for the earth’s heart.
It dives into our porous center and propels itself back into our gravitational rotational field. It is on a mission: to seek out the clawed fingers of tyrants and to flick their fanged cruelty and smother their suffocating power until all that is left are a string of naked humans kneeling on a bed of sunflowers.
And that is the infinite power of a single ray of sunshine.