Ode to the Sun

You've heard of "The land of the rising sun". (Japan)

And, "The sun is but a morning star". (Thoreau)

• "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)

And of course, "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" (Shakespeare)

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,

Eretz HaKodesh