Sun Rises Poem by Kathryn Ridley

The moon slides under the earth,
as the sun rises up.
The sun blood orange as it is,
looks as pretty as leaves floating through the wind.

Roses,
tulips,
daisy's,
open their petals to let the sunlight in.
They bloom in the morning light,
the dew still heavy on their leaves,
evaporate into thin air.

The sun goes up,
up,
up,
into the sky.

Rain clouds come storming in,
they cover the sun,
rain comes down as if being poured from buckets.

Roses,
tulips,
daisy's,
close their petals,
as if hiding from the dreadful storm.

Trees blow this way,
and that way,
a whirling tunnel of wind came plummeting down to the ground.

Lighting lights,
wind whirling,
tornado twirling.
Then as suddenly as it started,
it stopped.

Trees torn up from the ground,
a fire blazes in the country side,
everything seemed still,
for that one imperfect day.