The Sun's Happy Tale

Sunny is sad, a tear of light, Hangs heavy in the morning bright. He peeked at earth, a sullen glare, And sighed, "No one seems to really care!"

Below, in valley, green and wide, Where flowered meadows gently ride, Poppies red and lilies white, Danced in dawn's soft, golden light.

But the fairest bloom, a blushing Rose, Felt Sunny’s gloom, as everyone knows Flowers need the sun's warm kiss, To thrive and grow in perfect bliss.

"Oh, Sunny Sun," Rose softly cried, Her petals opening, "Don't you hide! Why such sadness fills your face? The world's a wondrous, joyful place!"

Sunny listened, surprised to hear, A voice so sweet, so pure and clear. He dipped a ray, a golden thread, And touched the Rose's velvet head.

"I feel so lonely, high above," He whispered down, with gentle love. "The stars are far, the moon's asleep, And Earth below seems secrets to keep."

Rose giggled, a sweet, flowered sound, "But Sunny, look all around! The bees are buzzing, birds all sing, Friendship’s joy is everything!"

She showed him ladybugs, so small, Crawling up a sunflower tall. She pointed out the playful breeze, Whispering secrets through the trees.

"We’re all connected," Rose explained, "No one’s truly alone, unchained. My roots need earth, the rain, your light, Together, we make the world so bright!"

Sunny chuckled, a warm, bright gleam, "I see! It wasn't just a dream! Friendship's magic, strong and true, Has chased away my lonely blue!"

And from that day, it’s plainly seen, Sunny's light is brighter, keen! He shines with joy, a happy ray, Making every single day

A perfect day for blooms to thrive, And Rose, with friendship, truly alive, Grew taller, bolder, colors deep, While Sunny watched from skies so steep.