I Am The Sun

• Ebony Dewadasa, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2017

I am bright, I am light, I rise, only to fall by night,
Much like a furnace, I am hot, I burn,
All the scalding heat within me churns,
Always I hear the sounds SIZZLE! CRACKLE! SIZZLE! Oh so profound,
At first provoking but peace I soon found with the sound,
My rays of light shine down on the land,
From morning to noon, it is quite grand,
The place I remain is up high in the sky,
Resting above the mellow clouds where birds fly by,
The moon and I cross paths as days go by,
But with no words spoken it is lonely, I cannot lie,
I have been up in the sky for an infinite amount of time,
As you can see, I've learnt how to rhyme,
My eyesight is like a hawks, the things I see are extraordinary,
The life I lead is certainly not ordinary.
Warmest beams of light I send,
As I say goodbye for the poem has come to an end.