In golden rays, the sun does softly rise,
Dispelling darkness with its vibrant guise.
With gentle warmth, it paints the sky aflame,
An artist's brush that leaves no trace of shame.
A celestial orb, a fiery crown,
It reigns supreme, the god of light, renowned.
Its radiant beams, a gift to behold,
A tale of hope, in every hue and bold.
As dawn breaks forth, the sun doth proudly soar,
Igniting heavens, shining evermore.
A beacon bright, it heralds a new day,
Guiding lost souls back onto their pathway.
With every step it takes across the skies,
It whispers secrets, as time slips and flies.
A dance with clouds, a play of pure delight,
The sun, in all its glory, takes to flight.
From east to west, its journey never done,
A symbol of endurance, never shunned.
A loyal companion through thick and thin,
As shadows wane, a triumphant grin.
Oh, radiant sun, our eternal friend,
On you our hopes and dreams so often depend.
With every joyful ray that you bestow,
Love and light within our hearts doth grow.
Though night may fall and darkness may pursue,
The sun will rise again, resplendent and true.
Its brilliant rays, a promise ever near,
To guide us, embrace us, allay our fear.
So let us celebrate this celestial star,
That graces our world from lands afar.
For in its brilliance, we find light and grace,
A beacon of hope to illuminate our space.
©hopelesslyyinlovee
