In the morning’s gentle embrace, the sun ascends,Painting the sky with hues of gold and fire,Awakening dreams that the night suspends,Its radiant glow, a heart’s desire.The fields bask in its generous light,Unfurling stories of life anew,Whispering secrets to the approaching night,In colors vivid, and skies of blue.The sun, a guardian of hopes untold,Guiding the weary through paths unknown,Its warmth a comfort, both bold and old,A steadfast beacon brightly shone.As dusk descends, it bids farewell,Yet promises a return again,Its journey infinite, a tale to tell,Of endless cycles, of joy and pain.