Boldly, brightly, emerges the golden sun;
looking down on jade fields and preparing for fun.
Upon mountain lakes it gives a glistening glaze,
as it sets upon the world its golden haze.
It consumes us in a blistering heat,
but gives warmth to the sand which caresses our feet.
High in the sky its blinding rays
give us brighter, warmer, golden days.
A big ball of gas so bright and round,
as it sets beyond the mountain’s ground.
Most of the day has now gone by
and the sun is no longer gold in the sky;
the sky caressed with red and pink,
sun’s hidden under its blanket,
among little stars that blink.