I am the sun
The heat that keeps you living,
Thriving
I fear the Cold winter that kills that grass and flowers
Seeping,
Crawling
Biting
I wake to the moon snoring
Stars giggling,
Wind whistling,
Trees whispering,
I open up and let the heat flow from me
I hear the children,
Laughing,
Crying,
Playing,
I am the sun
Whoooooooosssshh
I hear him coming
Seeping,
Crawling,
Biting…….
My enemy.
I back away,
Getting smaller and smaller
While you get colder and colder
See you next summer!
For I will be back,
But for now,
I travel,
To the other side
Where I can hear children..
2007-06-22
14:06:39
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