A song for the Sun

THE MANY MOODS OF THE SUN


The sun is tired after the daily chores
He has to be rid of the hot day's clothes.
dressing up with ethereal gowns, he is getting ready for the silence of the night.
The clouds, his eternal accomplices, play around him knitting bows, braids and laces, he answers them with colourfull aquarels.
A glorious sunset, happy and bright,
A beautiful sight.

But, OH, sunsets can be black and sad, the sun is hiding, no longer glad. Demonds in gray whith their bad breath blow on the clouds making them wither and cover the skies with winds of evil,
pushing the sun who silently goes down, he is now too tired for fighting, but he knows tomorrow
he'll be back to show his crown, he will be king again.
That is why I feel the rapture,I am the sun when the night begins, no matter what the day has been, if good or bad, it's over, it's gone.
I rest and dream, just like the sun, of fairies, of sweets, of love, of songs.
I tuck my sleep with sheets of silk and like the sun I know daybrake will bring the light again, for the sun , for me, and for the new day.