Look up into the sky at night Shining from an enormous height Are stars galore, but not our sun It’s hidden when the day is done
Although so near it can’t be seen It can’t be felt, it has no gleam Gone away, will it reappear Oh yes it will as dawn draws near
Slowly but surely the sun will rise Always does, it’s no surprise In early morning it’s just awoken Barely a few words has it spoken
By noon it's shouting with full power Got lots to say from its celestial bower By late afternoon the tone is muted Its strength could definitely be disputed
At sunset she gives one final show Of reds and yellows, a beautiful glow Then completely disappears from view So that nighttime can commence anew