To My Sons, About The Sun. Poem by MxOLisi DhlaDhla

It rise There, yet set there,
A planet out of earth atmosphere,
No uncertainty, he is redhot,
Although he still have his own thoughts.

I grasped my wine
Went to him by night
We drank up until he fell asleep
I kept him in my dreams of creams.

''How old is he? .'', asked the son,
''Billion of years'', replied the grandmom,
''Is he Affable? '', asked the daughter,
''One Day he may visit us, ask him okay? '', said the grandfather.

He is almost a perfect sphere,
owns a season on earth that keep us cheered.
He nearly had two feets until zeus chopped 'em,
He dislikes when he sets.