The sun is a beautiful hope
Use its own warmth
illuminate all things in the world
Give them joy and happiness
The sun is a naughty elf
Always likes to hide in the clouds
Sometimes it disappears
Sometimes it appears
The sun is Holy angel
She spreads her white wings
Uses divine light
To convey love and happiness to the world
The sun is hot The blazing fire is another painter
Burn away all the sin and darkness in the world
Use the brush in your hand
to create the colorful picture in your and my heart.
Let’s just call it “The Sun” (poetry should be concise, lively, and the length should be basically the same. So I have removed some things that feel more cumbersome, and I hope it’s okay.
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