Baskadia

"The Glowing Sun"

In the canvas of the morning sky so wide,

The glowing sun begins its daily stride.

With radiant hues, it paints the world anew,

A masterpiece of gold and vibrant blue.

It rises with a gentle, warming kiss,

Awakening the earth from night's soft abyss.

A beacon of hope in the vast expanse,

It leads us in the timeless, graceful dance.

Through clouds, it weaves its golden threads,

As daylight over every creature spreads.

In its embrace, the world comes alive,

With every dawn, a chance for dreams to thrive.

At dusk, it sets, in fiery hues it basks,

A final bow before the evening masks.

Yet in its absence, stars and moon convene,

To keep our world in nocturnal dreams.

Oh, glowing sun, our constant, faithful guide,

In your embrace, our spirits soar and glide.

You teach us that each day is a new start,

A chance to share your light from heart to heart.