The sun rises in the east, a golden hue,
Painting the sky with morning dew,
A new day begins, fresh and bright,
Bathing the earth in warm sunlight.
The sun climbs high, casting its light,
Birds sing and take to their flight,
Nature dances in this radiant hour,
Embracing the sun’s mighty power.
The sun descends, a fiery ball,
Casting shadows, creating a magical sprawl,
Dusk arrives, with a soft, warm glow,
The world prepares for the night’s show.
The sun sets, painting the sky,
With a palette of colors that soar high,
Stars emerge, twinkling up above,
As the sun gives way to the moon’s love.
The sun rests, but not for long,
For it will rise again, bold and strong,
Continuing its age-old, timeless rhyme,
The cycles of the sun, a rhythm divine.