The Carnival on the Sun

The heat and pressure, how all stars have begun

A compact sphere of gas and fire sprung

This round lake where the solar flares are from

And they dance into the lake and out at random

They never stop, for they cannot, the endless dance on the sun

For there is a carnival, where the flares sizzle and bubble with fun

On the roads of sunspots, they would cartwheel, head to heel

All about, so they could spin upon the Ferris wheel;

How they spark pure white light, and jump in space—full of dandy

To have a taste of the torches the shape of cotton candy

And to have a turn on the flaming carousel would they delight

Playing around the carnival, that from earth is only a shimmer of light