The Journey of the Sun

The sun upon its journey west
shines atop the mountain's crest;
on fen and field and forest glades
and through rushing streams it wades.
It dries and vanishes the driving rain
then on and on through field and plain;

  Chasing away the fleeing shadows
  Running across the grassy meadows
  Smiling down on the blooming flowers
  Warming the cities with tall towers
  Shining brightly on the farmers field
  Never shut out or concealed;

Until it reaches the rocky shore
then on and on evermore
Across the ocean's endless brim
leaving the world sad and dim
where at last it comes to rest
and passes down into the West