Poetry

The Sun (#1387)

She steps into the clouds,
A star amongst cotton shrouds,

Burning effortlessly and untamed,
Her golden rays are wildly aimed,

She dances gracefully across the sky,
A celestial ballet performed up high,

A strange mixture of sweetness and fire,
Her generosity only matched by her ire,

Bestowing both warmth and light,
An angel of orange hair and white,

Any Thoughts?

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.