The sun rises with a golden embrace,
Painting the skies with its fiery grace.
Each dawn it whispers tales of old,
In hues of amber, red, and gold.

It kisses the earth with gentle beams,
Awakening life from slumbered dreams.
Through fields and forests it does roam,
Guiding souls to find their home.

At noon it stands in regal power,
Casting shadows, marking the hour.
Its warmth a comfort, a tender touch,
Reminds us all, we need not much.

As twilight falls, it bids adieu,
With colors that blend in a majestic hue.
The sun, a beacon in the sky,
A radiant symphony, never shy.