"Ode to the Sun"

"What beauty is,
the noon day Sun,
and the spectacle,
of which,
it's coming from!

The plants,
wave lightly,
and reach up,
to greet,
it's power,
that is so mighty.

The birds,
they sing,
such jolly carols,
and fly daintly,
and spread,
so willfully,
at what the Sun,
has herald.

There is no place,
I'd rather be,
except maybe,
to see this sight,
from the sea,
as a child,
traipsing through,
what the Sun,
has made,
shine such a brilliance,
as my heart pours forth,
it's gratitude and gilliance."