SUN:

Eastly peeping, over mountains, oceans & waking seas,

Casting golden smiles upon the sleepy dreaming trees,

Stretching his fingered rays, across the sighing blue sky,

Teasing birds, as through his hands, away & up they fly.

 

Within his radiating aura & his gentle warm embrace,

Lovers kiss, tots play & flowers find their rightful place,

Housewife out pegging sheets, begging, “Please do stay”,

Gardeners on knees, in sod digging, as to you they pray.

 

With arrival of evening, fatigued by so much given joy,

Bestowed upon earth, to woman, man, little girl & boy,

He bows down low & dons his golden bedtime vest,

Making his way home wearily, heading way out west.

 

Now, heavy-lidded & with rosy lip, he blows a gold kiss,

Pulling over the earth, his blanket, of purple dewy mist,

Tiptoeing silently over lost horizons, sleepy-tow-headed,

Beneath quilt of velvet night, he lies low, safely bedded.