Golden beams break the dawn’s quiet veil,
Whispering secrets of the night’s end.
In the sky, the sun begins to sail,
A fiery orb, our steadfast friend.

Each ray a brushstroke upon the earth,
Painting landscapes with vibrant hue.
Giving life to moments of mirth,
Beneath a sky, forever blue.

Shadows dance as the sun ascends,
Creating patterns on the ground.
Through the day, its journey wends,
A celestial rhythm, profound.

As evening draws, the light grows soft,
Bathing the world in a golden glow.
The sun descends, retreating aloft,
Promising return, as stars begin to show.