Dawn gives birth to the day's first golden glow;
Miraculous sight overlooked by most.
Rainbows welcome their sun back from furlough;
A pageant for our daylight's wondrous host.
The waters mirror its glow across their span;
Attempting to reconcile its people
To light greater than candle in a pan.
But we stay inside dozing under wool,
Too good to recognize the coming forth
Of the fiery ball that governs our day.
We surely underestimate its worth;
Without it who would watch our children play?
One day the sun will cease to rise at dawn;
We'll notice our sun that day, when it's gone.