the sun

[cacian]

the sun
it pleases to run
it makes no oblong
it warms when it funs
and it cools when it sums
the seas
the sands
the waves
they are its coolest riches
the mountains give it height
the rivers shine its sine
the skies make it rise
and the earth wants it twice

[blazeofglory]

You have rhymed it, while it soothes me when I read a rhyme I am desperately searching for some lost meaning every rhyme conceals or adjusts. This is no doubt an art, but you could go deeper without it than with it.