When you send rays in morning,
You cover the eastern horizon,
Birds on trees singing,
As if praising you sun,
The smile of your shining,
The the world is fine.

And when you set,
We have to end the day,
With your beauty,
We love it anyway,
And oceans reflect your light,
How we love when Sunday.

Others love you when summer,
But you are endearing always,
I wish you be there during dinner,
illuminating straight to houses,
Just when you can shimmer
with every kind of bliss.

By Beyonce Elsy
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