(This poem was written when I was young)

In the morning, the sun rises

Like a glowing ball

Full of anger and rage

But never small

 

Every day always shining

Hot and bright

Up in the sky

What a beautiful sight

 

At midday

It’s never been so hot

Ice-creams melting

I’m lying in an amazing spot

 

Every day always boiling hot

Without knowing

The ground is drying

And the sun is glowing

 

In the evening, the sun sets

It moves away

To glow in another place

And it ends a wonderful day

 

Now it is cool

Every won is sleeping

With their pets in the house

Except the dog at he’s plat licking.

-- By Aurora Faustini