The Sun

The sun may rise
and the moon may fall.
From the stars,
I hear a call.
The golden beams of light,
from the sun,
fall down to the ground
for our fun.

The sun's gravity,
for it's a massive star,
is immensely huge
and can reach real far.
Holding the planets in place
is its burden of a job,
but with a smile on its face,
it works like a dog.

Now I know
how the days begin.
And I know
that they will never end.
For the sun will show
its golden face
on the earth
and on the human race.
Forever.