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Oh Sunshine

The beauty of the Sun

By Airam JamesPublished 3 months ago 1 min read
Oh Sunshine
Photo by Ivana Cajina on Unsplash

In the morning's tender embrace, a golden glow,

The sun ascends with a radiant show.

Its fingers of light, a gentle caress,

Awakening the world, a sweet finesse.

A canvas of azure, painted on high,

As sunbeams dance in the cerulean sky.

A symphony of warmth, a radiant kiss,

Igniting the day in a celestial bliss.

Golden tendrils weave through leaves,

Whispering secrets the dawn conceives.

Nature sighs, as if in pure delight,

Under the sun's enchanting light.

Meadows adorned in a luminescent sheen,

A tapestry of hues, vibrant and serene.

Butterflies waltz in the soft morning air,

Chasing dreams, without a single care.

The sun, a poet, with rays to compose,

Verses of light, where beauty flows.

Each dawn a chapter, each sunset a rhyme,

A sonnet written in the language of time.

On the horizon, where the sun does retire,

A kaleidoscope of colors, a celestial fire.

Reflecting on waters, a shimmering sea,

As the sun whispers, "Goodnight, dream with me."

Oh, sunshine, a ballad of joy and grace,

Painting the world in an amber embrace.

In your embrace, the day finds its tune,

A harmonious hymn, a radiant boon.


About the Creator

Airam James

"All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien.

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