This is my first short poem.
The great, grand sun, rising up from the blue,
And the flowers began to grow along with it two.
That sun, what glowing light it shows;
It could be its yellowness, and no one never knows.
But still, the grass is going green
And so are the roses, fresh and clean.
Now that sun had reached its height,
So all the flowers dance with all their might.
Then come the birds and the butterflies,
With joy since the grand sun slowly rise;
Dawn has passed, and it's now noon,
It will set down itself soon.
Dusk has came, the birds must leave
To their comfy nests they can receive.
And now that sun has set with sorrow,
So it's getting late, but there's always tomorrow!