The Bright Sun
By Matthew Tener Wade

The bright sun in the sky

Takes its sleep so high,

But not over us here

Never quite so near.

It has gone to take its flair

To someone somewhere,

To brighten the air,

To make it more fair,

For someone somewhere

Prev.                     Next This is one of my most famous poems and I hope you will think about it when you read it. -matt