Beauty of the sun

In the heart of the endless cosmic expanse,

There exists a star, a radiant dance,

A beacon of light, so brilliantly spun,

A celestial masterpiece, it's the mighty sun.

Its golden tendrils reach far and wide,

Painting the heavens with colors so wide,

Each dawn it rises, a celestial ballet,

Chasing the darkness, bringing forth day.

In its fiery furnace, fusion's embrace,

The sun's core a scorching, blazing place,

Where atoms collide, in a dance so bright,

Creating the energy, the life-giving light.

Its warmth upon our skin, a tender caress,

A nurturing hug, a sweet, soft press,

It kisses the earth with a gentle grace,

Bringing life to all in its warm embrace.

The sunsets it paints, a masterpiece in the sky,

A canvas of hues that make poets sigh,

From fiery reds to oranges and pinks so rare,

It's a breathtaking sight, beyond compare.

In twilight's embrace, it bids adieu,

Sinking below the horizon, in a brilliant hue,

But fear not the night, for in its stead,

The stars and the moon, they'll light the thread.

Oh, the beauty of the sun, forever we'll sing,

A source of life, a celestial king,

In its radiant glory, we find our way,

Guiding us through each and every day.