“Passion is what the sun feels for the earth
When harvests ripen into golden birth.”
-Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1888)
This is so beautifully said. That’s one of the things that makes poetry so amazing – that with just a few words you can get an image, or a feeling across. We can imagine the sun’s feelings, and recognize them as our own. This passion is fiery like the sun, but also strong and proud and everlasting.