The fire of dawn, the light of the path, dappled splotches and shades filtering through.
Shining on the cloudless sky, sparkling on the morning dew.
Coming to arch on the blanket of blue.
Blazing over the golden sand,
Spreading it’s wings on river and land.
Look never into it’s eye, but cherish it, for without it there will be no life.
Giving light through the day, dim and bright.
Swimming out of the pool of night.
Sometimes shy, hiding behind blobs of cotton.
Sometimes never forgets to show it’s face, shining bright.

Written by: Diya Malhotra