The Royal Sun

It is dawn in the morning light,

That takes away the fearful night,

With brilliant colors all array,

Gold, royal purple, and crimson red,

Makes a grand ascent over head,

He is king while his glory shines,

The sun opens up his eager eyes,

 As he welcomes the day,

With a warm smile and a beautiful light,

To shine over all that is right,

As the day lingers hour by hour,

The sun begins to loose his power,

As he makes his great decent,

He let’s us know his time is spent,

By dyeing the sky in many tones,

As to say he will return just how he went,

 So now it is dusk in the evening night.