Sun Behaviour Poem by Stella Adaeze Ogwatta

Some days she descends,
Like she's afraid to cause pain.
Yellow hands calmly sprawled on the earth.
Other days, she displays her real colour
Anger vented unsparingly
On the earth,
Making up for calmer days.
Calm hands turn lethal and fiery;
Do not be deceived by her yellowness,
You feel her fiery - the pang of betrayal!
Soon, you become enamoured in her beauty as she retires.
Appearing apologetic of a sudden,
The world becomes flawless and uncomplicated in that moment.
But you can't help it,
You fall for her.
A usual scene, too peerless to get enough of
Perhaps, to regain the trust
That is often breached.