In the golden embrace of morning’s light,
The sun rises, a guardian bold and bright.
It paints the sky with hues of fire,
Awakening dreams and hearts’ desire.

Through fields of gold and sapphire seas,
Its warmth whispers through the trees.
A beacon of hope in endless skies,
Guiding the world as time softly flies.

At noon, it reigns with regal grace,
Casting shadows, creating space.
The keeper of time, it marks the day,
In silent language, come what may.

As twilight falls, a gentle goodbye,
The sun descends, leaving the sky.
In the quiet of night, its promise to keep,
To rise once more from the depths of sleep.