Sun

Gently rising above the sleeping lawn
Lovingly touching all that can be seen
Watching the steps of a new born fawn
Smiling in joy at the mother so keen

Climbing higher into a puffy cloud
Sighing in the elegant air currents
Slowly drifting upward ever so proud
Sharing the love of children and parents

The day is half spent, the shadows grow long
Winds cheerfully play in the fading light
Birds take to the air, singing one last song
Bit by bit descending from the great height