Whenever you feel like you need some poetic solar power just turn back to these 5 lines and read the full poems to feel the warmth of their glints glowing off your heart's horizon.

"The sun fed us. Moss grew on our skin, around

our bones rainforests roots, our hearts pumped

with solar energy. Community sprang from our spines"

— Eva Papasoulioti, Helianthus

"What you call waste,

I call power. What you call work I make beautiful again."

— Ashley M. Jones, Photosynthesis

"All day on this land, in the

deep forest, the electric greens and

still-wet mud writhe with life."

— Nisha Atalie, Do/Do Not

"Our electric resistance to darkness"

— Dasha Kelly Hamilton, The Library

"Fine then,

I’ll take it, the tree seems to say, a new slick leaf

unfurling like a fist to an open palm, I’ll take it all."

— Ada Limón, Instructions on Not Giving Up