Topic: THE GUITAR AND THE SUN
Dear fellow Chordians I hope you like this.
I'm working hard on my English, so please correct me when I'm wrong. Here my poem.
THE SUN
Isn’t it strange to look into the sky and see that yellow globe
Some days surrounded with a fine blue haze of clouds
Everyday she comes and goes not hanging on a rope
This beautiful phenomenon attracting lots of crowds
The light we see day after day is coming 8 minutes later
We love her, we need her without her there’s no life
She can shine so hard like a million lamps ampere
You have to respect her, to love her as your legal wife
Some people love her, some people hate her because she’s hot
The ones telling you I hate her, don’t blame them for being ignorant
She was a goddess once in Egypt, baptized Ra and adored a lot
She gives life, trees, flowers and hides her when it rains but never constant
Oh sun where art thou when it’s dark and when we see the moon
When the sky is dark, clear and filled with little lights called stars
Well go to sleep, have sweet dreams we’ll see her soon
Then we wake up, we take a shower, fresh cloths and play our beloved guitars.
- MY GUITAR PLAYS EVERY STYLE = BLUES, ROCK, METAL, so I NEED TO LEARN HOW TO PLAY IT.
[color=blue]Civilization began the first time an angry person cast a word instead of a rock.[/color]