And, "The sun is but a morning star". (Thoreau)
And of course, "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" (Shakespeare)
- "Nobody of any real culture, for instance, ever talks nowadays about the beauty of sunset. Sunsets are quite old fashioned. To admire them is a distinct sign of provincialism of temperament. Upon the other hand they go on." (Oscar Wilde)
Not wanting to sound provincial, let me expound on the sun.
The crimson setting sun is my absolute favorite horizon.
The morning sun's amber-pink glow awakens me with renewed energy
Between the clouds the sun breaks through giving hope
Hurricane winds aglow in sunshine
Raindrops glistening on sun soaked leaves
Hail and wind followed by the sun's warming rays
Where does one find all of these
In My Land of the Sun
In Eretz Yisrael,