A round ball of fire,
Our planet earth,
Revolves around daily,
The bright sun, in the sky,
Without its warmth,
We would, quickly die,
We take the sun for granted,
Never stare, at the sun t00 long,
Within A few minutes,
It would blind our eyes.
The Original: Tom Maxwell 10/01/2021AD
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A superb poem in brevity admiring and appreciating the sun. Kudos! Also plz do read and comment my newest poem too titled, 'squash the hate hate bug'