The Sun Poem by trina ryan
The Sun
Burning orange & yellow,
A big ball of flames,
The heat casts rays over the land,
And sun beams illuminate rosy faces.
As she remains to beat down,
Brown skin glows from the heat,
As it bakes the skin once more.
Exhausting people with her heat,
Making summer what it is,
The sun is this creature,
Who does so many things.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
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