Sol And Arty

Arcturus beams a thought to Sol,
”Sol, what is happening on Terra?
Should you continue to power it,
Or should you simply give it a good flare?”

The stellar neighborhood erupts
In great fluctuations of energy, like giant waves on the sea,
Mirth, sorrow, and irony… which are not contradictory to them.
That is how stars laugh.

Sol returns,
”Arty, I am a fan of the music of the 60s.
So as long as there are oldie stations down there,
I’ll hold off the flare.”

Again the massive luminous bellies of yellow, white, blue, and orange roll and heave.

”Birth pangs are a serious business”,
Muses Sol, as the stellar neighborhood quiets
In collective twinkling wonder.