The Smiling Sun Painting

On canvas brightly, fully, vividly, A world of wonder waited, secretly. The Smiling Sun Painting, a portal grand, To lands of magic, held within its hand.

Bringing light into the world, so they say, Lived Sunny, the Sun, in a sunshiny way. And a Child named Pip, with eyes so bright, Stood gazing at Sunny with pure delight. The Painting itself, a canvas so bold, Held secrets untold, stories to unfold.

Sunny winked down, with a mischievous gleam, "Come, Pip, come along, and join my sunbeam!" He stretched out a ray, a golden stair, Into the painting, beyond all compare. They bounced on the clouds, like cotton candy sweet, And painted the stars with their tiny feet. They tickled the moon till it started to glow, Making happy paintings, putting on a show!

They raced with the comets, a glittering spree, Then drank rainbow juice under a candy cane tree. They met a fluffy dragon, with scales of bright blue, Who sang them a song, bubbly and true. Pip splashed in a puddle of glittery gold, A story of sunshine, forever to hold.

Then, with a yawn, as the dream began to fade, Sunny waved goodbye, a promise he'd made. Pip stepped back out, from the painting's embrace, A smile on his face, and stars in that place. Bright and happy day there, no longer a dream, The sunshiny story, a sunshiny gleam.