The Sun

The sun is a spotlight Illuminating this colorful world, A lake, a flower, a scenic sight, A waterfall, frosty and pearled. It creates the evening when it falls behind some mountain, the dew and exploding stars blending, forming an astrological fountain. The sun comes back to create another day after the cold darkness and night air. The day and night competing like the tortoise and the hare.

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 4/4/2016 6:23:00 PM

<3<3Anytime Mike.....Linda

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 4/4/2016 5:43:00 AM

Well done Mike... I can relate to the sun on any given good day. Congratulations on being featured on poetry soups front page ...Linda

Mike Shoemaker
Date: 4/4/2016 5:59:00 PM

Thanks, Linda!

Skat A

Date: 1/27/2016 12:38:00 PM

Hi, Mike, I love poems about the sun. :) You expressed the wonderful feeling and meaning of the sun, as the way I see it. A new day created by the sun. Interesting way to compare day and night, to the tortoise and the hare.. A 7. SKAT

Mike Shoemaker
Date: 1/27/2016 2:34:00 PM

The sun is in charge of our moods. Thanks, SKAT!