Sun poem
This is an experimental triangular poem, where each line is one word longer than the last, until you get to ten, at which point each line is one shorter than the last.
sun
up high
makes no sound
that we can hear
it heats up the earth
from a distance of many miles
people worshipped it and called it god
it caused the day, the crops to grow
sometimes it took away the water, the crops failed
so people cursed the sun and wished it would die
it dies (sets) at the end of each day
only to rise up again the next morning
“you cannot destroy me ha ha ha”
ha ha ha ha ha ha
i am the almighty sun
bigger than all planets
burning in space
very hot
sun


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