The Sun

Shimmering, blazing shiny orange ball of fire glimpsing in the sky,

The bright light is blinding it rises so high,

When the night falls the sun goes away,

It will rise again the very next day,

Warm, cozy a golden sphere,

It will never disappear,

The sun shines among us all,

It is the shape of a ball,

The sun is our friend,

It will be with us until the end.