2021/6/12 #poetry The sun. The Sun. I live under the Sun. I spend time in the Sun. I play and laugh and run. It's really kind of fun, but I'm often burned before I'm done. I try my best to shade the rest of my skin that isn't clothed. Even so some rays get through and I end up overexposed. The Sun, the Sun, can't live without the Sun, and I'm certainly not one to say it isn't lovely. The Sun, the Sun, it lights, and warms, and runs the timing of the days and seasons. The Sun, the Sun, no explosive, bomb, or gun can ever compare to its power.