The Sun
By Annette Wynne
Long before the postman comes
The sun begins to rise,
Far in the East if you should look
You’d find it in the skies.
At first it’s just a streak of light
Then all at once the world gets bright.
Then in the sky from East to West
The happy sun goes on its way.
And all day long it shines its best
To give us pleasant day.
Dear God, who made the day and night,
We thank Thee for the sun’s good light.
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