The Sun Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

The sun, rises in the morning, then reflects, off the moon,
at night, it keeps our planet warm, and everything functioning,
right.

So easy to view, on an overcast day, amazing our eyes,
can see, ninety three thousand miles away.

The luminous celestial, with a mass, over three hundred times,
the earths size, often looks like a small spot, as we watch it rise.

The heat, from its rays, can easily burn our skin, on a summer day,
without it, everything would freeze, like ice, in a very fast way.

We use it for light, to see everyday, if we stare at it to long,
our sight, would be taken, away.