bhupender swarnakar

(2-10-1995 / earth)

Sun


Sun is the main source of energy on earth
Which is absolutely free and has no worth
Sun from earth is 15,00,000 km away
And its heat is sturdy in Asia in months of May

Solar system is formed by sun’s magnetic field
And with belts of fire and unsafe rays it is sealed
In solar system Mr. Sun is the monarch king
This supplies heat and light to all human being

Ozone layer guard earth from sun’s harmful ray
This is the thing what teachers and scientists say
Sun wakes up daily us early in the morning
And by melting the glaciers it gives us a warning

Sun can be described in thousands of ways
Even though no one has touched its surface
So in short sun is just a heavenly body
Made of protons and neutrons clashing horde

Submitted: Sunday, April 25, 2010
Edited: Sunday, April 25, 2010

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