RedRavenPoems

The golden sun rising high

Upon a world small and blue.

We watch from below as the sun takes his crown

For upon this day he has all his might

As we bathe in his golden light.

The longest day. The shortest night

A day of wonder, a time of delight.

The crown sits upon the golden king

And in joy our hands are raised. Our voices sing.

Celebrations of happiness

Are often tinged with sadness.

For Thought the light this day has won

Darkness returns, the work to be undone.

The days now will grow shorter

The nights ever so longer.

Until the Oak kings time is done

And the Holly kings reign begun.