The sun breathes light on morning skies,
Wakes the world as darkness dies.
Soft and warm, it spreads its grace,
Smiling down on every face.

It touches leaves and blooming flowers,
Gives the trees their growing powers.
In its glow, the cold retreats,
Hearts beat strong in golden heats.

Over hills and across the sea,
It paints the world so brilliantly.
Every ray a hope so bright,
Chasing shadows, birthing light.

So when you feel lost or low,
Look where the sunny breezes blow.
The sun still breathes, the day is near—
A brand new chance is always here. 🌞