The Sojourn Of The Sun Poem by Tony Adah

The sun rises silently from the horizon
And subtly makes his sojourn on the sky
Sometimes wrapped in a baize of clouds,
He trudges on his way and at noonday beat our heads
Dwarfing our shadows,
Making them thin and long after the noon.
He is stunning and funny sometimes,
He behaves like he perches on the clouds
And at other times swells and turns to a huge red ball
Then plunges himself into the horizon
Burning the clouds and slipping away.