The Sun

A constant glow that shines so bright
Fighting its battle against the night
But, the sun will never be sent off to bed
For the moon reflects all of the sun’s glorious light

Beautiful colors that the sun has bled
Yellows, pinks, and even some red
It radiates so brightly throughout the day
Without even an ounce of dread

It makes the flowers grow in May
It helps the plants never to fray
For the Sun is always on our side
And without it, we would all slowly drift away

When winter comes the Sun must abide
By the rules of mother nature and drift aside
But he will be back in the Summer with much pride

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