The morning sun grows warm by your effulgence 
And in turn evaporates emerald dew 
Blades of grass bask with indulgence 
In timeless beams of golden hue 

O jewel of Gaia whence came your glory 
Pale beyond the nocturne clouds 
Perhaps yours is a unknown story 
A mystery your ne'er seen beauty shrouds 

Oh hidden springs of immortal light 
Lie within your breathless sight 
Could a poet dare compare 
The Majestic Sun to candlelight 

Such is how words fall like summer snow 
Unto sun warmed terrestial sands 
Melting and crucified by beauties glow 
Resurrected by only a poets hands