Happy Sun Poem by Mona Lisa Aspiras

The sun rises joyfully,
spreading its warm rays,
nurturing the earth with its
friendly sunlight.
It is welcomed gratefully.

King of the sky, partner of moon,
the day is the king's domain,
whereas the night, the moon's reign.

The sun warms all living beings.
From the tiny blade of grass to insects,
animals and humans.
Its yellow rays spread joy, cheer and warmth.
It is alive, its recipients receiving
well-being and vigor, a certain gladness to
be up and alive.

At dawn, it rises gently, sleepily,
ready to greet the rest of creation
with its cheery pastel hues.
At noon, it's at its strongest.
The defining moment, the point during the day
when it reaches its highest amidst the blue sky.
During the afternoon, it begins
its slow descent, lazily warming all of
God's creation, once more.
And finally, at dusk,
the sun leaves its last farewell.
Its mark a plethora of grand colors.
A magical and painterly mix of fiery, warm hues,
mixed with shy pastels.
Shades of reds on fire, warm oranges, soft pinks,
royal purples and baby lavenders,
play together in this twilight sky -
a greeting to the mysterious, magical night sky, and
a farewell to the bright, alive day.

Thank you, Mr. Sun!
Another day has passed under your happy reign.
Pouring your warm rays over all,
nourishing all of God's creation.