Six Ways of Looking at the Sun (children's poem)

[TrevorConway]

As a tub of butter

so salty your eyes

water if you stare too long.

 

As a coin tossed high,

stuck in the sky,

thrown by someone strong.

 

As the mouth of the sky,

breathing the air

our lungs can’t draw upon.

 

As a giant’s torch

shined on Earth

to search for a gift long gone.

 

As a button for something

you can’t even imagine,

that someone keeps turning on.

 

As simply the sun,

our nearest star,

which we rely upon.