LOOK AT THAT SHINER!

The sky is ready for the sun.
C'mon. It's time.
They're waiting, too.
So where are you?
Ah, you were obscured by a concrete cloud
Heavy laden from the task
Of trying to conceal.

The other clouds, the revealers,
Foretold your coming.
Like trying to keep a secret, they couldn't and chided ever so slowly,
Hints of colors they can't make on their own without you.

I'm glad it's time.
For this day holds.
Opportunities, second chances, and finalities.
Memories to be made, times wasted
It's what we make of it, you know.
So go ahead, Big Fellow
Illume.