Sol, guardian of the skies.
He who watches over our world as he walks the heavens.
Fiery eyes open, bidding warm light come, welcome, as he lifts his starry covers.
The soul sings at the touch of his awakening; clouds bow gracefully aside, way-making for his return.
Night retreats to her own slumber, dark veil trailing behind her.
Sol looks on, smiles, and with a voice of grandeur, booms, “Good morning”.
And the world erupts into song.
— written by J. M. Elaisa, from the carelessly titled, ‘Polynesians Can Eat As Well As Write Creatively’. Mahalo.