His Majesty

With a mighty burst of yellow flame
His Majesty crowns the skies.
Another solstice bears his fame.
His strength is on the rise.
He needs no fanfare to announce
his glory or his power;
the days in summer's robes pronounce
this is his finest hour.
His Majesty attends his reign;
the heavens form his throne
and by his radiance proclaim
his right to rule alone.
His Majesty - the summer sun
and source of life to all,
at highest apex his courses run
before equinox's fall.
And with his strength of summer's light
he blazes his decrees
that all will know his fearsome might
in sweltering degrees.
And we, who live beneath his fire
rejoice through summer's fun
the hours lengthen as he marches higher
before the daylight's done.
Each twilight lingers ever longer
as if unwilling to secede
to His Majesty's light that's ever stronger
unleashed from midnight's greed.
So live in celebration
each day through all things done
and reflect in joyous jubilation
His Majesty - the sun.

(c) 6/04/2008