Radiant sun, Oh yellow beam
Scorching rays and golden glows
Brighter, fairer, illuminating
Faster than the speed of sound
When you come, men rise to tasks
When your go, men fall to slumbers
Blazing down with scorching heat
Or behind the clouds you hide
Sought after by many and all
Yet alone you dwell up high
Till time is no more
Amazed, awed, astounded, I am

Daily Prompt: AweYellow

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