The Sun's Happy Tale 4

Sunny is sad, a teardrop of dew, Hanging heavy, the morning looked blue. Above a valley, a rainbow of hues, Where flowers were sleeping, kissed by the dews.

*The Sun's Happy Tale 4*

A valley of flowers, a colorful dream, With petals of velvet, beside a clear stream. Poppies were dancing, a vibrant bright gleam, While bluebells were chiming, a musical theme.

Sunny the Sun, a face in the sky, Felt lonely and lost, and didn't know why. He peeked through the clouds with a watery sigh, And watched Rose awaken, reaching up high.

Rose was a beauty, a velvety red, Unfurling her petals, right out of her bed. She saw Sunny's sadness, the words left unsaid, And whispered, "Good morning! Don't hang down your head!"

"But Rose," sighed the Sun, "I'm so far away, I shine all alone, at the end of the day. No one can touch me, no one can play," He mumbled, "I wish I could brighten your way!"

Rose stretched her petals, so graceful and bold, "But Sunny, dear Sunny, your story's untold! Your light gives us life, more precious than gold! You help us to blossom, brave, new, and old!"

She called to the daisies, the lilies so white, "Let's show Sunny's sunshine, how lovely and bright, His warmth makes us happy, with all of our might! Let's thank him with colours, all day and all night!"

The flowers all fluttered, a joyous display, Reflecting the sunlight in a wonderful way. Sunny felt warmth, chase the sadness away, As friendship's true meaning, lit up the day.

The Sun's light grew brighter, a golden embrace, Rose bloomed larger, with radiant grace. No longer was Sunny, a lonely, sad face, He shone with new purpose, filling time and space.