SUN OF GLORY

In the realm where dreams do soar,

A tale of radiance I shall explore.

With words adorned in golden hue,

I paint a portrait of the Sun of Glory true.

From the heavens, it descends with might,

A celestial beacon, burning bright.

Its fiery gaze, a triumphant sight,

Illuminating the world with fervent light.

Oh, Sun of Glory, majestic and grand,

Casting shadows into distant lands,

Your golden rays, they dance and sway,

Invigorating all in your celestial display.

With each dawn, a promise you bring,

A symphony of hope, as the birds sing.

You rise above the horizon's embrace,

Bathing all in warmth and grace.

In fields of gold, your touch does land,

Caressing petals of flowers, hand in hand.

A gentle kiss upon the ripened grain,

Blessing nature's canvas, devoid of stain.

From mountaintops, you kiss the snow,

Turning ice into rivers that freely flow.

You melt away the shivers of the cold,

Breathing life into a world grown old.

Oh, Sun of Glory, relentless and bold,

In your presence, stories unfold.

You witness tales of triumph and woe,

As time's eternal river continues to flow.

With every sunset, you bid farewell,

Painting the sky in hues that compel,

A tapestry of oranges, pinks, and red,

A masterpiece before we rest our heads.

So, let us raise our voices high,

To the Sun of Glory in the sky.

A symbol of strength, a source of light,

Guiding us through both day and night.

May we forever bask in your glory's embrace,

And find solace in your celestial grace.

Oh, Sun of Glory, forever you'll be,

A beacon of hope, for all to see.