Rising

Rising 

Orange globe ascending slowly, 

Morning has broken to a day we don’t know, 

From the East the dawn starts to show, 

Warming rays gradually shine, 

As the morning starts to grow, 

Showing shadows grace the land, 

Stirring beasts from their sleep, 

Rising higher in the sky, 

To its common spot, 

Gracing land with golden rays, 

That’s what makes summer days, 

On its trajectory course, 

Travelling on its route, 

Cotton wool clouds drift in front, 

Guided by a breeze,  

Fueled by vapors as we know, 

Fed by the seas, 

Descending slow in the West, 

Gradually changing places, 

Temperature change as rays retreat, 

Shadows reduce in length, 

The day now becomes night, 

Lit by a lunar light.