The suns first color is yellow.
Her favorite for sure.
She has others though.
A collection of more.
Oranges bleed to pinks,
Purples seep into red.

Dawn and dusk.
Her best times of day.
No matter the weather,
She always comes back,
She always try’s to stay.
When the sun comes out,
All worry’s wash away,
And brightness,
Fills,
The—once,
Cloudy day.