Sun Kissed

The chilled dark night had passed away And daylight came with dawn, Fresh warmth was born and chose to stay And blessed a brand new morn... Upon the craggy rock he climbed, One white wolf, all alone... And there he stayed, as if he timed The hours on his own... No clouds were sailing by above, No birds that swirled and swirled... With just the sun to show him love Within his lonesome world... That sun had been a faithful friend, Warmhearted through and through... For all the hours God could send, Yes, credit where it's due... It led him to his hunting grounds To feed and thus stay strong... And showed him places he could pounce Before game strolled along... It didn't judge, like men have done, For centuries and more... He hunted game, but not for fun And didn't go to war... The day went on and evening neared... The cold began to bite... And when the silver moon appeared, He kissed the sun goodnight.... The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Sun Kissed'. The Stephen Gayford poems can be viewed here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com