The Sun Poem
The blazing Sun shines brightly But around me, there is darkness. Its heat touches me But I am cold, and grow colder still. Then comes the Moon, her gentle beams Light up my surroundings. Her cool warmth warms me And I shine, more and more. My shines becomes a blaze Warming the Moon, Making her hot, hotter She whimpers, but doesn't complain. My warmth becomes a heat Burning the Moon Killing her, slowly, slowly Uncomplaining, she dies.