A Poem about the Sun

The sun is a coin that has been lit on fire,
Giving life and light to the nature that springs in mother earth.
Like a ball of heated laser beams,
A whirl pool of glistening golden snakes
A ball of fire that has been thrown,
Deep into space.
It watches over us all the time,
Always there behind the shadows.
A glazing star that shall soon once die,
Then soon a new one will be born.