Oh Sun! how harsh,
thy scorch on my skull.
Thy tongue on my body
sending a burning sensation
that runs from my hair strands,
to the tip of my toe

Oh Sun! How harsh
thy  kiss on my skin.
Pity spattered it did before your arrival.
You  licked every wet, set up a burn fire that seized the air.
Stopping the tree's dancing festival inadvertently.
Hand scribbled air oozes out chaos.
What kind of guest discomforts  his host?