The Sweet Sun

The sweet sun rises in the morning sky,
Painting golden dreams as clouds drift by.
With gentle rays and a warm embrace,
It fills the world with a smiling face.

The flowers bloom in its tender light,
The birds sing songs of pure delight.
The rivers sparkle, the fields turn bright,
Chasing away the shadows of night.

The sweet sun whispers a hopeful tune,
Dancing softly with the silver moon.
It brings us joy, it gives us cheer,
A little warmth throughout the year.

So let the sun shine high and free,
A symbol of love for you and me.
With every dawn, a promise begun,
We welcome the gift of the sweet sun.