Warmth

• Tami Awonusi, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2015

I could feel it, climbing up my body,
as the clouds had passed the yellow ball of life had grasped me.

Its blazing tentacles shooting towards me, wrapping themselves around me and covering me like a scarf.

It felt like the blazing star was clearing my body of troubles and harm; refreshing me and making me feel clear.

O, its warmth and its light, only if i could be so bright and share with people the amazing light, but there is no need for this yellow ball of heat, travels day and night making others so, so bright.