He is bold yet shies away
his smile brightens up your day
He’s hot and fierce when he rides high
he’s kind and gentle when he says goodbye.
I love his golden skin and shine
his warmth gives sweetness to the vine.
He gives so much and in return
we whine and gripe about his burn.
So each morning when you rise,
Let his brightness fill your eyes
And in the night, when he takes his leave,
You will be joyful, I believe.