Sunlight

The sun, a majestic force,

drives back the monsters of night

and as the world, your country

city

home

room

floods with light.

The sun is like a brave knight,

with golden armor and a blue diamond sword.

With each slash he takes,

beautiful blue sky overtakes the dark,

and with each step he takes,

warm yellow light overpowers the silver while he charges out the horizon.

The sun, a primordial power,

both helps us and doesn't.

With each rise of it 

comes newly found strength

energy

joy

hope,

but with each sunrise also comes 

the stop of that beautiful, blissful, peaceful rest

that all humans, all living things, need.

The sun is the noblest, most modest thing in all of the Earth. All of life depends on the rise and fall, the reliable way that you that every day, it will float upwards and drop. It drives back darkness and fear, but even the most powerful warriors need rest.

Author's Note

So! How do you like this poem? I tried a different writing style, so I hope its is good. Go check out it's sister poem, "Moonbeams", and comment on which one you like better!

Reviews

[Jade]

very well written, enjoyable

[lydie]

Thank you so much for the compliments!

[Lord of mad men]

very good. i like reading this it was great. you have a very bright path layed out before you.

[lydie]

Thank you for taking the time to review!