The Sun Is Like A Candle Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

I have seen the morning sun rise,
And the darkness, of many nights,
We will all have, many questions,
With no answers, in sight.
Our seasons change, the sun light,
Get's longer or shorter, on different days.
The sun, is like a candle in a window,
On a dark lost night, in many ways,
Oh it can get hot, and burn our skin,
And can even help our health within,
If our planet earth, or the sun,
Ever drifted from the other, our last good bye,
We would be a ball of Ice,
Floating in the sky.


The Original: Tom Maxwell © 9/17/2023 AD