Sun’s faint rays in early dawn
Melts the earths morning dew
Each new day our star is born
Bringing with it warmth anew
Nights shadow fading to blue
Nature stirs from its night’s rest
And greets the day bold and new
The warmth of the sun at its best
At noon the sun warms the corn
In the field all the way through
Warms ewes with their lambs recently shorn
And making all plants grow tall and true
Their colours becoming a brilliant hue
Nature at peace all heaven blest
Tranquil surroundings to give it its due
The warmth of the sun at its best
At dusk the sun is now tired and worn
Shadows fall over the land hiding its view
The warmth now lost we all have to mourn
And just sit on the veranda sipping a brew
Listening to the wind chimes as the wind blew
Evening sees nature having lost all its zest
Crickets in the grass start chirping on cue
The warmth of the sun had done its best
The sun finally sets but don’t be forlorn
As this golden orb sinks and sets in the west
Nature in its beauty will tomorrow be reborn
The warmth of the sun at its best
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