Here is a sonnet I wrote about the sun. I hope you enjoy.
A sonnet by Angela Prendergast.
Morning, gleaming bright, blinding
The middle child of the great beyond
Darkness drifts away in fright
Summer flowers; delicacy grows so fond.
Soundless, it rises and falls
Squinty eyes, liquid tears below
A march of the day, standing tall
Kisses all, from friend to foe.
Bright, bold, beacon of hope
An endless cycle to return
Lambent, luminous; all awoke
Steady, lessons for each child to learn.
More than the size of this sphere; fervent, bold
You allow human life to behold.