Every second I dream to dream,
Days of joy preserved, but it seems.
The heavenly body scattered as golden streams,
Illuminating the world with its endless beams.
No wonders, if it shone lastly,
Playing hide and seek, as it does deliberately.
Dressed in a yellow garb, clad in orange blazers virtuously,
Stroking the soil, departing hastily.
Feeble hands tracing its path,
Thou gallant chivalrous grin that lasts.
Rising from the heavens with the tender warmth,
Pacing its way beyond the thoughts, indeed so fast.
Enwrapped in the gracious vesture of gold,
Benevolent and malicious at once in a mold.
Turning breathless in eventide, gradually losing the hold,
Unfolding the secrets of dark and cold.
The glorious illumination executed by thee,
Offending the obscurity, pursuing the glee.
Commemorating the incarnation, dangers flee,
Rejoicing the existence of another day to be.