As dawn emerges, the sky begins to glow,
A canvas painted by the morning sun.
The golden rays, a gentle, warming show,
Whispering secrets of the day begun.

At noon, the sun ascends to its zenith height,
A blazing orb in the vast cerulean sea.
Its beams cascade, illuminating all in sight,
Filling hearts with warmth and pure glee.

As afternoon wanes, the sun begins to dip,
A fiery farewell to the day it led.
The sky ablaze with hues that softly drip,
A masterpiece of orange, pink, and red.

Twilight arrives, the sun bows out in grace,
Leaving behind a trail of twilight lore.
The stars emerge to take their silent place,
Until the dawn, when suns will rise once more.