She lives, and so she grows,
She devours, but if she drinks. she'll die,
Have you seen her glowed with colours?
She concludes the celebration,
Like a woman she needs oxygen to survive,
Though she exist in various forms,
As she's also that beautiful burning balls of gas
At night that makes you wish you could fly,
At noon she shows up, and like it is at night
She's always above you as she hangs highly,
At this time she brightens the Earth,
And to some devices a time to be vibrant,
She becomes an exotic god anytime she shows up at noon,
To the world, she's a boon at every side,
As she's also a preserver of victuals,
And some times turns our stiff to ash
Do not be fooled by looks, not by her works,
Cause as beautiful as she may appear
She still scorches, and brings down towers,
Although her positive you can never count.
©oswald
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