Sunshine Poem by MIZZ MIDNIGHT FIRE

The Sunshine sparks like a fire,
Waiting to be doused by the moonlight.

It's presence astounds people,
To the very window seal of their heart.

It stalks people while in their cars,
Standing spherical and brawny.

When it gets a fever,
You get an intensive burn.

Without it's inflamed heat,
The world would be frigged and famished.

It's dazzling array of yellow, orange, and red,
Make it fluent and colorful.