In the realm where morning breaks,
A golden orb begins its chase.
The sun, with radiant splendor,
Awakens the world with tender.
Its rays, like fingers of fire,
Touch the treetops with desire.
The leaves, like graceful dancers sway,
As if enchanted by its display.
It bathes the earth in warmth and light,
Chasing away the shadows of night.
The flowers bloom, their petals unfurl,
In homage to the sun's gentle purl.
The birds sing their joyous songs,
Their melodies carried by the sun's wings.
The streams murmur, their currents alive,
Reflecting the sun's playful dive.
The sun, a celestial painter,
Paints the sky with hues of wonder.
From crimson dawn till twilight's blend,
It weaves its magic, without an end.
But as the day draws to its close,
The sun, like a weary traveler, bows.
It sinks beyond the horizon's rim,
Leaving the world in a twilight's dim.
Yet its legacy remains behind,
In the colors of the sunset's bind.
A promise of a new dawn's birth,
As the sun personifies eternal rebirth.