The Sun

It’s what makes the rooster crow,

And what causes wind to blow.

It’s what makes the rower row,

With each fiber head to toe.

It’s what lets the daylight show,

Who’s in fact a friend or foe.

It’s what makes the current flow,

And gives beauty vibrant glow.

It’s what lets you truly know,

Thus determines yes and no.

It’s the source that makes things go,

And lets power never slow.

It’s what causes life to grow,

And you to reap what you sow.

Glance at sunset even though,

It deserves a breathless “oh.”