09-15-01

I'm the last rays, of the morning's light,

My golden gaze, makes everything right.

The warmth I spread, fills hearts with love,

The clouds all fled, light pours from above.

I chase the stars away,I make them hide in vain,

The moon then becomes my prey, I dry up all the rain.

I'm the source of rainbows born, I slip down the sky my light to yearn,

But you need not to ever mourn, For I will always, always return. . .

What am I?

Anse rwill be posted in next entry. . .