Riddles

rises, rises over the hundreds of souls, lifts above the heavens, climbs over the magestics of the planet. It comes each day to provide light on our planet yet we moun and scorn it. Burns the skin, pains the face, yet inspires the soul. alive yet dead. Big yet small. It's bright yet pale. Good yet evil, what am i?
I love riddles; i love solving, creating, figuring out and anything to do with riddles,so i thought i'd make you one! If you think your clever enough then post me the answer.