The sunshine fell partly on the green leaves
And sped quickly downwards as grain through the sieves
The impact it made, cannot be here, expressed
And the feeling of joy it evoked, could not be quite suppressed
The mighty sun has numerous tasks at hand
In the cold as well as intolerably hot lands
The smooth and soft ray gently caresses the flowers
That it finds in the wilds, as wells as in the bowers
To the bud, swaying delicately in the breeze
Or hanging precariously, on huge big trees
It gives fresh vigor and unfolds its numerous petals
Whose touch is quite unlike that of the hot metals
So it’s a source of life and of light
It is the reason we find the day is so bright