The Rising Sun Poem by Champ Dela Cruz

In the East, when dawn appears,
The world wakes from its sleepy years.
A dazzling light begins to show,
As the radiant sun starts to glow.

From darkness, it begins to rise,
A golden orb, painting the skies.
Its fiery rays, they gently touch,
As morning unfolds, oh how much!

The earth awakens to its embrace,
The rising sun, its guiding grace.
Like a beacon on the horizon gleaming,
With warmth and hope, it keeps on beaming.

The sky is painted in hues so bright,
As the sun ascends to its glorious height.
The colors dance, a vibrant display,
Enchanting all, lighting the way.

The flowers bloom, greeting the day,
Their petals open, harmony at play.
With every breath of the morning air,
Life is reborn, everywhere.

The rising sun, a symbol of new,
A chance to start again, to pursue.
It fills our hearts with endless cheer,
Banishing shadows, dissipating fear.

Its arrival brings a sense of peace,
A gentle touch that doesn't cease.
With every sunrise, a fresh start,
A chance to heal, a chance to impart.

So, let us cherish the rising sun,
For its brilliance, for what it's done.
May it always guide us on our way,
Shining bright, coloring each day.