The Sleepy Sun's Nature Nap

Sunny the Sun felt oh so tired, Above the meadow, sweetly wired, With wildflowers blooming, bright and bold, A story in colors, yet to be told.

Rosie the Rose, with petals so red, Lifted her face from her flowery bed, "Oh, Sunny," she whispered, soft and low, "Why are you drooping? What’s making you slow?"

Sunny sighed deep, a golden puff of air, "I'm sleepy, Rosie, beyond compare! I need a nap, just a little snooze, But what if I'm gone? What will you do?"

He closed his eyes, a sleepy, sunny blink, And the meadow grew quieter, quick as a wink. The bees paused buzzing, mid-flight they hung, And Rosie the Rose, a little sad, sung,

A quiet song, of dew and of dream, As the meadow waited, by the sunlit stream. The flowers drooped gently, a little bit sad, Missing the warmth that Sunny had had.

But only for moments, a wink and a sigh, Sunny peeked open one golden eye! He stretched and he yawned, a beam so bright, Chasing away the shadows of night (or almost night!)

He blinked both eyes, now wide and awake, Sending sunshine down, for goodness sake! Rosie the Rose, stood tall and so grand, As the meadow bloomed brighter, all across the land.

The bees began buzzing, a happy sound, Flowers unfurled, all around, around! Sunny the Sun, refreshed and so gay, Promised no naps, at least, not today!