Rise Like The Sun

When the Sun dips below the horizon

It does so softly

On the heels of pastel-painted skies.

*

After the culmination of a scorching summer day,

He exits in a fiery and bold display.

The sky is ablaze with radiant shades of orange and scarlet.

*

As the Sun rises and the world awakens in his stead

Golden skies summon us from our cozy beds

The promise of blue skies, forefront in my head.

*

Overhead, shimmering sunlight

Playing peekaboo from behind the fluffy white.

I close my eyes.

Gently inhale. Sun-kissed warmth.

*

I feel the whisper-soft breeze across my face

Raising my arms towards the sun

I imagine I've sprouted wings from my back.

*

Pushing off, I'd take flight.

Soaring above the treetops

Taking in the world below.

*

Sadly, wings are one thing I lack.

So, instead, I stand, warmth upon my cheeks

And I wonder, what does the Sun see?

*

The Moon is our confidant,

Our comforting friend always there in the night

She watches over us as we sleep.

*

Yet the Sun guides us each day.

There each morning as we set the tea to steep,

Watching from above as you secure your babe in her car seat.

Warming my shoulders as I head out for a leisurely stroll.

*

Come afternoon, as we splash in the sea

I know if I look heavenward it'll be the Sun staring back at me.

As he warms the gulls soaring overhead with such contented glee.

*

During our picnic when heavy clouds hint of evening showers,

It's still the Sun keeping us warm with his incandescent powers.

Holding them at bay until he's tucked in for the night.

*

Mister Sun sinks below the horizon,

He's no longer in sight

I thank the Sun for another perfect day.

Now I look forward to the morning and his first glowing rays.

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