Morning.
I am the rising sun.
They bow to me,
They even shower
Offerings
For I have light for them.

Noon.
I am the scorching sun.
They look down on me,
In warmth I requit
Their offerings. They can
Little make out.

Evening.
I am the setting sun.
They turn away their faces,
For now I have least for them.

Night.
I hide myself from them
To save my own skin,
For now I have
Nothing for them,
I am shorn of both
Light and warmth.