Our Industriously Lazy Orb

The sun wakes slow, a golden yawn, Stretching light across the dawn, Soft and warm, with rays that creep Through windowed eyes from gentle sleep. It drifts and dances, dips and hides, Plays peekaboo with clouds that glide, Bright beams spill in scattered showers, Kissing earth and blooming flowers. It tricks the colors, bends the hue, From green to gold, to deepest blue, Tickling the air, it stirs the breeze, Whispering life through grass and trees. In rain’s soft veil, it finds its place, And paints a rainbow’s fleeting grace. With every tilt, each shining glance, The sun invites the world to dance. So bountiful, it spills its light, Yet wanders off come gentle night, A lazy friend, unhurried guest, Gifting warmth, then taking rest.