Cycle

A day in the life of the sun

Cycle

Over the rolling hills and jagged mountains,

Across the turbid oceans and calm seas,

Caressing the supple forests of evergreens,

And the fields of feathery wheat,

The sun yawns and clinging to the dewy blades of grass,

Stretches out its arms,

Welcoming the new day.

 

Now wide awake,

The sun eagerly climbs higher up the backbone of the sky.

Boyishly, it runs back and forth among the clouds,

Playing a game of hide-and-seek.

In time, the sun tires

And yawning, begins to fall.

 

Like a feather floating gently to the ground,

The sun descends, casting a red tinge upon the land.

Spreading out like murky ink spilt upon a blotter,

Darkness comes in its wake.

The moon takes her place among the dancing stars

As the sun winks its parting goodnight.

Reviews

[Leonard Birch]

Beautifully written Sharon. So detailed.
Thanking you once again.
Leo

[Sharon Kim]

Thank you, Leo!

[Jenna K. Hayduk]

this is very peaceful and beautiful.

[Sharon Kim]

Thank you! And thanks for stopping by to read my writing!