The Sun

I am the king of the sky;

Safeguarding my people;

Giving a wonderful sigh;

Protecting life from being feeble.

The place from where I could be seen;

Turns into home of animals and trees green,

People of blue planet call me Sun;

You could have understood what I mean.

The reason behind beautiful tides;

And people’s smile wide,

With others too;

Are in the list, whom I guide.

It’s because of my enormous heat;

People eat their lofty treat;

And earth became a place;

Where organisms and water meets.

I, being awesome red;

But on only Earth’s half part my rays spread;

 Being that part, a morning bright;

Other dealing with my brother’s light white.

Being actually at a massive height;

Seen too small by sight;

That, rather of my imperialism;

 Organisms can’t experience my fright.

I, being cause of pleasant spring;

Giving my people everything;

But being ferocious in summers;

Not lending my descendents anything.

I am the life giver;

But also its taker;

Being cause of pleasant births;

Still ruining organisms to deaths.

Protecting organisms from billions of years;

Still not moving from my place;

But life would be ended;

If I would be died; in case.