The Golden Sun

Deify me, I illuminate your world. I shine like your luminous guardian angel. In the cosmos, I am your adored arch-angel. I awake to brighten a lack-luster morning. I always your routine activities herald. I glitter for the flora to have their fill, so do I for men to energize their mill. Of the ocean currents I keep on warning. I make the flora lush for medicine and food. I awake for the globe's universal good, and sleep at even with a sated crimson smile. I pave the way for the silver and dew for a while. The globe's life would cease without my needful presence. Of the firmament, I am the very essence.