In the morning light, it wakes the earth,
With golden rays, it heralds birth.
The sun ascends, a fiery sphere,
Banishing shadows, bringing cheer.

At noon, it stands with radiant pride,
Watching over the lands far and wide.
Its warmth sustains the life below,
In fields where vibrant flowers grow.

As evening draws with hues of red,
The sun descends, preparing for bed.
It paints the sky in a final blaze,
Leaving the world in a gentle daze.

Though night may come with stars so bright,
The sun will rise again with light.
A constant in our daily strife,
The sun, our beacon, the giver of life.