“The sun has a halo now? Just, wow!” Gun Roswell

The eternal sun, is surrounded by a halo
 
 Like a vortex, it emerged
 Around the sun it lurched
 A halo of some sort
 Spreading, all across
 The skies forever blue
 Constantly changing the hue
 
 The bigger it was getting
 But still the rays through letting
 The warmth and the light
 Never seen anything so bright
 Definitely a divine origin
 With no ending nor beginning