Alya Afiqah Class: 3/4
The Sun
Oh the bright warm Sun
Her embrace
makes me feel like a loved one
even in outer space
Her warmth
Fills me with love
I need not to perform
The Sun
Oh the magnificent loving Sun
She plasters soft gentle kisses over my bruised scars
that were marked like stars
i dont have enough jars to keep these starts
hidden
so that my dear Sun
would need no to glisten
The Sun
Oh the dear benevolent Sun
It was too kind of you
To attend to my woes
dry up my crytsalline tears
and pour
You overshadowed my pain with rain
held my hand
and walked me
towards the beautiful rainbow
You had painted
with bright warm colours
from your exquisite palatte
The Sun
Oh the dazzling wonderous Sun
It is such wonder
That you could love a dying thing
So delicately
And so fragile
I feel like I’m in a fairy ring
In the meadows of spring
Dear Sun
When my heartbeat becomes an echo
I , will anticipate
Your mellow rainbow
and warm embrace
To wash away anguish
and fill me
from crown to toe fully
with warmth
Dear Sun
When I lie at my final bed
I want you beside me
And set
Set my dear Sun
Let the moon takeover now
And set
My dear Sun
Lay your head on the meadow fields
And rest
My dearest Mother
My Sun
Writers by the River 