When The Sun Rises Poem by Rose Marie Juan-austin
When The Sun Rises
When the sun rises
It ignites the world
And humanity rises
As its rays cascade
Everyone is fueled to shine.
When the sun let her golden beams rest
And hides in its private place
The world changes its dress
From the blanket of the night
And humanity rests.
Sun is the ruler of clocks
That sets day and night
The great marker
Of humanity's time.
Copyright 2020, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved
I love your beautiful poem on sunshine time. It's in my list.
the personification of the planet earth.....awaking /undressing redressing/resting to the solar tune is the mastery of your imagination as a seasoned poetess..worth reading ad finitum
I tender to think Sun as a metaphor for hope and bright future. God is Sun, and God is Light. Wonderful piece of flying colours!
I wrote the poem 'Soul Leaps Forth Touches Fingertip Creator' inspired by the poem 'When The Sun Rises' by the poet Rose Marie Juan Austin and dedicated to the poet Rose Marie Juan Austin.
If sun comes with full of its light then the universe gets back its life If sun goes with its light then the universe feels sadness in dark but those people cares the true sun of insightful inside s/he always stays in the enlightened realm of life either sun comes or not
that after false dawn birth moment, when light first fingernail slips, above dark unseen mountain or horizon, when light first spreads out into absolute land darkness, when countless stars in shimmering light twinkling glory, still diamond lace satin dark night sky, on clear nights which reach out touch soul, that is the moment when spirit sudden rapture rises, unstoppable leaps forth touches fingertip creator
Sun is the ruler of clocks That sets day and night The great marker Of humanity's time. You are right, the sun is the time keeper of hunmanity. When the sun rises all beings rise up and engage in each one's way and with the sunset all keep themselves under the night blanket and rest. You have beautifully conveyed the truth..10
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I would like to translate this poem
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11/19/2025 7:29:50 AM # 1.0.0
The sun gives life. It ripens fruit, but it burns my poor skin when I'm in my birthday suit*! *birthday suit American slang for being naked