The Sun Controls The Climate.

The sun shines with a scorch
the night needs no torch
the land is a botch
the man is loaded with scotch.

The sun shines with a bite
the night goes out of sight
the land turns tight
the man struggles in the light.

The sun shines in all glory
the night becomes scary
the land transforms into a flurry
the man scorns in a fury.

The sun sets the life in motion
the night settles meekly to a portion
the land disguises into a fusion
the man learns a lot from tuition.

The sun keeps the reign
the night receives rains
the land incurs a strain
the man suffers pain.