The Sun's Happy Tale 3

Sunny is sad, a frown upon his face, Hiding behind a cloud, leaving a gloomy space. The valley below, usually bright and grand, Felt the chill of his gloom, across the land.

In a valley of flowers, a vibrant, sweet scene, Crimson and gold, emerald and serene. Lived Rosie the Rose, with petals so bright, Longing to bask in the sunshine's warm light.

"Oh, Sunny," she sighed, her head drooping low, "Why do you hide? Why won't you glow?" Sunny the Sun, peeked a bit from his lair, "I'm sad, little Rose, nobody seems to care."

Rose stretched her stem, reaching up to the sky, "But Sunny, we need you! We wither and die!" She told him of laughter, of bees buzzing near, Of butterflies dancing, banishing all fear.

She spoke of the dew, like diamonds so grand, Reflecting his light, across the green land. She told of the joy, in a sun-kissed embrace, And the smiles he inspired, on every small face.

Sunny listened intently, the cloud drifted away, A warm golden beam, began its display. He poured out his light, on Rosie's bright head, And kissed every petal, of crimson so red.

He saw her joy sparkle, in the morning's first light, And realized friendship, could make everything bright. He laughed with Rose softly, a radiant sound, As blossoms unfolded, all over the ground.

The sun's light grew brighter, a glorious hue, And Rosie the Rose, bloomed larger and new. Together they shone, a radiant pair, Friendship and sunshine, filling the air.