Whispers Of The Sun Poem by Jayram Daya

I see the sun, its glowing flame,
From Earth's slow spin, it claims its name.
Fresh air surrounds the first soft light,
Preparing hearts for morning's might.

Its glory blooms, brief yet deeply bright,
A fleeting spark of pure delight.
The day unfurls in measured flow,
As time reweaves its endless glow.

The lonely sun meets the evening's shades
Its dying light gracefully fades
The night descends, a restful balm,
Where peace restores with a sacred calm.

The Steady sun yields to twilight's embrace
Its warmth lingers in the sky's tender face.
Night spreads its veil, serene and deep,
Where stars awaken and darkness slowly creep