The fireball reflected in a placid lake
illuminates the entire area
The early sun
does not burn
but in its youth and innocence,
the sun lights up
each object of nature
and with boundless curiosity
visits unexplored places
After the magical mist passes
and each object has been discovered,
the sun remembers its true purpose
now old and wise,
it burns the world with all its might
Beautiful words accompanied by a wonderful photo…
Thank you very much for the appreciation:)
i rather love sun 🙂
well, me too:) but sometimes it burns a lot…:))
well not in my place- kolkata is quite mild.
that’s good then:)
i have seen the sun of UP, Bihar, Delhi and Rajasthan- they can kill you if you play with their fury.
Kolkata sun will only make you sick. 🙂
Your passion for nature is amazing.. and I like the reflection of your lovely eye, in words and photos. Well felt and passionately written nightlake.
very kind of you..yes, I admire nature indeed..and thank you so much for sharing your thoughts on the poem:)
The sun is ancient and wise…You have brought wisdom to mother-earth.
well..lol..thank you for commenting:)
well..it is a comparison between the warmth and beauty of the early morning sun to the fireball it becomes mid-day 🙂
Love the use of metaphor throughout your poems to produce wondrous imagery.
Thank you very much:) appreciate your comment a lot:)
Very clever statements in what visually is a beauty. I love the build up to the bite, and the sun the burns after lighting everything up in golden light. Very nice, and clever. Thanks.
always fascinated by the sun in the early hours of the day and what it turns out to be later. Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts:)