So early in the morning,
He gets up to go outside
And drink a cup of tea
As he is upon the sun,
He is wondering,
“What is that?”

He heard his skin heated
“I have never seen that before
How beautiful and shiny it is”
As the clouds cover it up,
The beauty of the sun goes
…He wonders if he will see it in the morning

The heat strike
Was a memorial to him
But no…”it is the sunshine ”