The Orb of Gold...

A wonderful sight I tell you so;
As I gape to the Sun going low;
In sunrise, sunset, e’er a good show;
Believe me, the Sun is always aglow!

The orb of gold upon the sky;

How I wish that I could fly;

If in unison please say ‘Aye';
As the Sun bids its goodbye!

By Ompong