Ode To The Sun Poem by Gert Strydom

You that heroic every single day are victorious over darkness,
flaming make your presence known to the whole wide world
with your brightness even burn banks of miss away,
while you watch over insects, animals even the whole of humanity
just for a time you are dulled, eclipsed as if extinguished
by thunderclouds that pack menacing, or by the moon
that let’s you circle silver-white in a photosphere
and your diamond ring astounds me,
it is as if you are only resting for moments
and everything is aware of your absence
before you come back in full glory.

Mornings when you wake me, bursting through the window
when your rays fall loving over my cheek
the day is already welcoming fresh,
when you rise against the heaven in a white-hot ball,
I can measure the time from you
while children stream to schools,
people start their daily activities
and you burn scorching, hours long as if you are lingering,
birds chatter in branches of almost every tree
and people dream thought-struck in the their afternoon drowsiness
and later again wake up, duty driven.

When you go down in the late afternoon,
making a spectacle of your departing
and in lustre catch the eyes,
people go home to rest from their labour
with twilight creeping in
and I become aware
how essential your presence is
while people scuttle around, some sneaking
and others feel like lying comfortable against each other,
to spend the evening with wine or are drinking spirits
in parks, with the hope of a new tomorrow creeping into their hearts.