The Sun

The yellow haze in the sky is hanging high above me.

The brightness hurts my eyes and makes me look away.

I walk outside onto the step and feel its power on my skin.

The warm rays wrapped around me like a woolen blanket.

I move out into the yard.

The once-soft green grass is now dry and brown, crunching under my feet like a dry piece of toast.

The sun has stolen life from the garden, it was as hot as a desert.

The flowers that stood tall like soldiers are now lifeless on the ground.

My skin is turning pink, roasting in the heat.

The power of the sun is too strong for me.

The rays as strong as a bull.

It's pushing me inside, hiding like a small mouse returning to its hole.

I feel safe now, protected from the sun’s gaze.

How long will its strength last?

I watched as the sun left the horizon, sinking slowly like a deflated balloon.

Moving quietly, leaving only beautiful colors in the sky.