The World's First Day

Morning comes,
Welcomed by the sun's first fiery flare.
I can feel the peaceful wind,
Rushing through my hair.
And the whole world awakens,
To pure, crisp air.
Afternoon arrives,
And the mighty sun,
Staring at himself in nature's mirror,
Will perhaps send to Earth a blaze.
Or the wind will turn,
And blow into a craze.
Evening comes,
And the  circular candle has gone out,
But the wind still silently swishes.
Few creatures are about,
For it is nighttime,
And one world's day is out.
The sun is sleeping soundly,
Resting to do his job,
For the world's second day.