Birth of Sun

In the glow of sunrise life stood still,
Resurrecting damage of its free will.
Calmly watching the spectacle unfold,
The breadth of talk seldom ever told.
Every soul got infused with vibrance,
Tickling lines of orange made me dance.
The horizon was in awe of its offspring,
A child of wonder which made it sing.
Clouds glanced meekly from their homes,
Drooling over the beauty of the little child.
Birds had a new gossip entity for now,
Chirping as much as their heart would allow.
Wrapped up in a cocoon of blessing,
The small cute child lay calm in its dressing.
Faces of agony lit up with an astounding glow,
Their savior had arrived to do work in full flow.