Dear Mr. Sun

Dear Mr. Sun 

Dear Sun,

Why do you bring

The light,

That shines down

To the Earth?

The light

That warms the hearts

Of the elderly and youth.

Why do I

Sit in the clouds,

And drop

Down to the ground?

The reactions

Are of despair,

No matter how

Happy I can be.

Why are the people

Thinking of me,

And are sad

At the present I have?

Mr. Sun why

It is not fair

The fear,

That I bring

I’m destructive

At times.

The winds come

To my aid,

We bring hurricanes

And high tail winds.

Together we bond,

But never do we

Mr. Sun.

Why don’t

People get

I can be

Beautiful too?

I make

Pretty rainbows

For me

And for you.

I am

Who I am,

No one I’d

Rather be,

But me.

Thank you

Mr. Sun, for the

Light you give,

To the people

Who need

It most

But not to me.

But I am

Not sorry for

Myself anymore.

For I know

That I can

Bring comfort

To all.

People just

Need to keep an

Open mind

For me

All in all.

Now we realize,

The truth is clear

That rain is good

And is always near.