The Sun

William the Conqueror

It shines down brightly,
Fueling us all.
It makes it's journey every day,
Across the world it sprawls.

It gives us life,
That only God can create.
It's cheerful rays it gives us,
It's own soul it donates.

It's fiery spirit sets our streets aglow,
It illuminates our towns.
It flies across the sky,
Until it is brought down.

At dawn it starts it's journey,
The soaring sensation.
At night it hits the horizon,
Filling us with satisfaction.