In the morning’s gentle rise,
The sun awakens with a sigh,
Spreading warmth across the skies,
Painting clouds with hues of gold.
Through the day it brightly shines,
A guardian of the endless blue,
Whispering secrets to the pines,
In a world forever new.
As evening falls, it bows with grace,
To stars and moon’s tender glow,
Its light lingers in the space,
A promise of tomorrow’s show.
The sun, a timeless melody,
In every heart its presence known,
A dance of light, eternally,
Guiding us back home.