The Sun Poem by Tinashe Mupedzapasi

The Sun



Look over the mountains to the east
There is a little smilling creature
Shiny though still weak
It's in the morning it's still a baby
Soon in the noon it will mature
And gain its full strength
All the plants will be set free
Free from the frost of the night
But soon it will begin to fall
And finally set over again in the west
As it dies out for the day
But tomorrow it will come back again
Bringing back a new day for us
Thus fulfilling its purpose

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