The Summer Sun Poem by Samaantha Wagnitz

Burning oh so brightly
Illuminating beauty
Reds and oranges fill the sky.
Children play hopscotch under the trees.
The water of the pond looks white
just where the sun hits it
i lay in the grass
pondering and questioning
The power of this beautiful star.
As I lay, it sets, slowly passing through the sky.
The day ends, it becomes purple in the summer sky.
We all feel as if we are floating.
The sun becomes gone and the day becomes dark
And the world comes o a rest
as all the children sleep.