My Friend, the Sun

My Friend, the Sun

A Poem by Kiara

This morning

The sun comes up

Slowly and beautifully.

The sun rises with calm grace

And a million years of confidence.

The sun can’t make a mistake, because

It will be okay anyway.  The sun can

Only spread its light to those in need

And can only help those who want

Some bright joy to look to in

Their sad lives.  They just

Need a friend that will

Always be there,

Like the sun.

© 2012 Kiara


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Added on January 20, 2012
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My name is Taylor Bigelow, I am eighteen and I absolutely love my boyfriend, my cats, music, writing, and playing my trumpet. Some of the bands I listen to are: Pierce the Veil, Sleeping with Sir.. more..