In the morning sky, a golden orb does rise,
Spreading its rays, painting the world in dyes,
The sun, a fiery ball of light and heat,
A marvel to behold, a wonder to meet.
The sky, a canvas, ever-changing in hue,
A breathtaking beauty, always anew,
From the crimson reds to the calming blues,
The skies above, forever amuse.
As the sun sets, a spectacle begins,
A sight to behold, as the sky begins to spin,
A dance of colors, a majestic show,
A symphony of beauty, in a perfect flow.
The clouds, a canvas, for the sun to paint,
A masterpiece of colors, never faint,
A work of art, for all to see,
A stunning display, of nature's beauty.
And as the day comes to an end,
The sun bids farewell, a dear friend,
Leaving behind a sky of gold,
A beauty that will never grow old.
So let us bask in the sun's warm embrace,
And gaze upon the sky's ever-changing face,
For in their beauty, we find a peace,
A reminder that nature's wonders never cease.
