The Sun
The Sun
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A round ball of fire
He is always on the run
Moving from place to place
He is our Sun
In spring, he is so kind
With a very fresh mind
He is not sad or angry with us
So there's no reason to fuss
In summer, he shines like an orange
Standing smartly over the range
As usual very neat and fair
But very hard to bear
In monsoon he has to hide
As the rain can carry him in her tide
He hides behind a cloud
So that he may not be found
In winter, days are bitter
As the moon enjoys playing in the night
The sun loses his playtime
It is such a sad sight