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?

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