Moon at Half Past Noon

Arise, O bearer of light, where dawn’s soft fingers weave dreams into day’s golden thread.
From slumber’s velvet cloak, the world now stirs, by your first whispered warmth led.

See how the mist dissolves from emerald leaves, a diamond dusting, dew-kissed,
And sleepy birds begin their tender pleas, a symphony of joy, exquisitely blessed.

Feel your radiance unfurl, a silent, vast embrace,
As hues of rose and saffron paint the sky’s wide-open space.

The cool, crisp air now with nascent heat, spins a promise in its breath,
And shadows shrink from every waking street, defying night’s cold death.

Hear the river’s gentle murmur, quickening its flow,
Reflecting back your brilliance, a liquid, fiery glow.

Life reawakens, vibrant, bold, and true, beneath your watchful eye,
Each bloom unfolds, refreshed by morning dew, reaching for the endless sky.

From your molten heart, new energy does pour,
To mend the weary spirit, to open every door.

So rise, great Sun, your glorious journey start, illuminate and mend,
Our grateful souls uplifted by your art, until the day’s calm end.