The Sun

Golden orb of fire in the sky,

Illuminates our world with its warm light,

A source of life, energy and might,

The sun shines bright, soaring high.

From dawn to dusk, it's always there,

Bringing hope, chasing away despair,

Its rays dance and play with the air,

And with each passing day, it's a new affair.

It rises in the east, sets in the west,

A celestial clock, of nature's best,

It feeds the plants, gives birth to the nest,

And keeps the balance, of nature's zest.

So let us take a moment and bask,

In its warmth, let's not be asked,

To pay homage to this blazing task,

For the sun, is truly a wondrous cast.

It warms our skin, lifts our mood,

And fuels the winds, with its bright energy,

Its light dances, on the oceans blue,

And gives life to all, so merrily.

It travels far, and wide, through space,

A ball of gas, with a mighty grace,

It's home to us, in this wondrous place,

And it's beauty, we see, on every face.

It's a symbol of hope, and new beginnings,

A reminder of life, and its endless winnings,

It rises each day, with the sun's shining,

Bringing peace, to our hearts and our dwelling.

So let us cherish, this brilliant sphere,

And give thanks, for the warmth it brings near,

For the sun, our guiding star, so clear,

A gift from the heavens, for us to hold dear.