The Golden Sphere

Oh how the sea brushes up against the sand
Then chases its old friend back from land
How kindly the old friend glances
And how grand it shines and enhances
Grand power and grand strength
Yet with gentle wavelengths
How it warms the face
Giving a feeling of grace
The golden sphere of fire burns through morning mist Until the silver night stone emerges, and goodbye The golden sphere is kissed

-- Jacqueline F., 9th-12th Grade