The Sun
The Sun lives in the heavens
cause my God has put it there.
it bursts forth so radiantly
and it doesn't have a care.
It rises in the morning sky
and there it takes a seat.
Nothing can replace its brilliance
or the warmness of its heat.
It's brighter than the finest gold
and its worth cannot be measured.
And by every living creature on earth
the Sun is greatly treasured!
Copyright © Kathy Fretwell Gandy | Year Posted 2008
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