The sun is a golden infant,
Humming in its cradle of sky.
Its breath is a warm caress,
Its touch a gentle kiss.
The sun is a timeless tropic blush,
Stamped upon the face of day.
The sun is a golden infant,
Humming in its cradle of sky.
Its breath is a warm caress,
Its touch a gentle kiss.
The sun is a timeless tropic blush,
Stamped upon the face of day.