Father Sun
When the sun rises high, energy and life are vibrant in nigh.
The light shines over all, from the great divine fiery ball
It gives energy to the trees that stand tall
And life of breath in the wind that passes by.
Husband of the moon, father of noon
Beaming high, shining on the birds in the sky
In their flock they fly, singing their songs far from shy.
Over the flowers that bloom, such a pretty sight for the birds delicate tune.
The sun's heat radiates the air
It's the spirit of life, and life does it share
It comes every morning, to show us its care
In this world, nature is the only one that's fair.
Copyright © Jacob Hurt | Year Posted 2023
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