In the morning light, the sun ascends,A golden orb that never bends.It paints the sky in hues of gold,A story of warmth, silently told.As day unfolds, the sun’s embrace,Guides the world with gentle grace.The flowers bloom under its gaze,In fields and meadows, a vibrant maze.But as the evening whispers near,The moon appears, soft and clear.In silver light, the night is spun,A tranquil dance, when day is done.The sun and moon in endless flight,Chasing shadows, weaving light.A cosmic dance in heaven’s dome,Together yet forever alone.