The Golden Sun

In the small village that laid down in the valley
The Golden Sun shone high over yonder
Man, women, and child danced gleefully
For the world was their oyster

Descending from the sun in tachyonic fashion
Was light itself a gilded steam indeed
The stream swirled around and made a figure
Of a man, nay, a god

Ecstatic he was, his speed tremendous
Zooming and soaring, high above the clouds
His words could turn around an entire nation
Truly something to behold

A wave of his head and the crops grew
The fields had flown with clean water
Ten Cups were raised honoring his name
Cheers to the god of the sun

Long lasting peace, forevermore
His gentle touch has healed the Seer
Of all living things, or all different creeds
Spreading that joy out far