The Sleepy Sun's Nature Nap 5

In a meadow kissed by morning dew, Where wildflowers wore colors bright and new, Lived Sunny the Sun, a golden, cheerful chap, And Rosie the Rose, in a velvety red cap.

Sunny felt tired, a yawn escaped his face, "Just a tiny nap," he whispered with grace. He closed his eyes, a blink in the sky so wide, And settled down for a peaceful, sunbeam ride.

As Sunny snoozed, the flowers drooped low, Rosie the Rose felt a little bit slow. The butterflies fluttered with less joyful flight, The meadow grew quieter, bathed in pale light.

The bees buzzed softer, a worried hum they made, "What's wrong with Sunny? Why isn't light displayed?" Rosie the Rose, with a tiny, thorny sigh, Hoped Sunny would wake, and brighten the sky.

But soon, a shimmer, a golden, gentle gleam, Sunny stretched wide, like waking from a dream! He opened his eyes, so bright and so bold, And showered the meadow in stories to be told.

The flowers all perked up, a vibrant, happy hue, Rosie the Rose, the brightest red, it's true! The meadow bloomed brighter than ever before, Thanks to Sunny's nap, and his golden light to pour!