The Sun Days

The Sun Days 

 

The sun comes up, 

The sun goes down, 

No problem does it face, 

Looking down upon the world, 

Caressing it with its grace, 

A gentle glow a warm embrace, 

The warmth delivered from its golden rays, 

Waking in the East, 

Sleeping in the West, 

Daily it blesses us with its grace, 

Glowing way up high in the sky, 

Radiant beams shining down on a daily basis, 

Sometimes hidden from view, 

Desperate to break through, 

Warm and bright, 

It’s a delight, 

Its beams caress faces, 

For no problem does it know, 

Rising continually on its cycle, 

Heated rays on sunny days put smiles on many faces, 

Glowing bright it is a sight so eagerly awaited, 

For way up high in the sky in its rightful place, 

Glowing bright before the night when it exchanges places.