April Draws The Sun

April was a girl with a heart as bright as the midday sun. She lived in a little house on the edge of a golden meadow, where wildflowers swayed in the breeze and the sky stretched endlessly above.

One sunny afternoon, April decided to take her sketchbook outside. The sky was painted with the clearest blue, and the sun beamed down, warming her skin. She settled beneath the shade of an old oak tree, her pencils scattered around her like fallen petals.

"Today," April whispered to herself, "I will draw the sun."

She gazed upward, shielding her eyes from its brilliance. The sun seemed like a great golden coin, glowing with a light too bright to hold. But April wasn’t afraid of its warmth. Instead, she admired it—the way it bathed the meadow in gold, casting soft shadows and making the leaves shimmer.

With gentle strokes, she began to draw. First, a perfect circle. Then, she added dancing rays that reached out in every direction. But as she worked, April realized the sun wasn’t just one color. It was yellow and gold and orange, with hints of white where its light burned brightest.

She used her softest pencil to capture the way the sunlight touched the tips of the flowers. She shaded the shadows that played beneath the tree. And when the breeze carried the sound of laughter from a nearby stream, April smiled and let the joy spill onto her paper.

Hours passed, but April hardly noticed. The sky began to blush with the colors of evening, and the sun dipped lower. Her drawing was finished—a glowing sun, alive with warmth and light.

She held it up proudly, the golden rays on her page mirroring the last golden beams in the sky.

"I drew the sun," she whispered, feeling its lingering warmth on her face.

And as the day turned to dusk, April knew that no matter how many times the sun set, it would always rise again—ready to greet her with its golden smile, just waiting to be drawn once more.

John Draws Sun

John loved sunny afternoons. The golden warmth of the sun always made him feel alive. On this particular day, the sky was a brilliant shade of blue, with only a few wispy clouds drifting lazily above. The birds sang cheerfully, and the trees swayed gently in the breeze.

With his sketchpad tucked under his arm and a box of colorful pencils in hand, John made his way to the little park near his house. It was his favorite spot to draw. The park bench under the large oak tree offered just the right amount of shade, while still allowing him to bask in the sun's glow.

John settled down, gazing up at the sky. The sun, radiant and golden, smiled down upon the world. Inspired, he flipped open his sketchpad and began to draw. First, he traced a large circle in the center of the page. Then, with careful strokes, he added rays that stretched outward like joyful arms reaching for the sky.

As he worked, he couldn’t help but smile. He colored the sun with vibrant hues of yellow and orange, blending them together to capture its warmth. Each stroke of his pencil brought the sun to life on the paper, glowing with the same brilliance as the one above him.

A little girl passing by noticed his drawing and stopped to watch.

"That’s a beautiful sun," she said, her eyes wide with admiration.

John grinned. "Thank you! The sun always makes me happy, so I wanted to capture it."

The girl nodded thoughtfully. "It looks like it's smiling. Just like you."

John laughed, feeling a sense of joy that matched the sunshine around him. He knew that even when the sun set that evening, his drawing would keep its warmth alive.

And so, with a heart full of sunshine, John continued to draw, savoring the golden afternoon that had inspired his art.