Analysis of Sun's admirer

Tearing my gaze from the screen;
Saw a corner of my house;
Lit up with that golden mesmerizing beam
Simultaneously, the clouds played well;
Embraced their beloved sun
Soon the rays were gone;
Tress started whirling their leaves;
The sight itself is lovable
Clouds want their lover to rest;
Yet, in the process of care;
Piercing rays through them is what they get
I wonder, did the sun cried?;
While choosing between love and duty
Whatever figure they make doesn't matter;
It's all for their dear's sake;
A quadrilateral of veracious fondness
Though these miracles of nature;
Resemble various geometries
Oh, how to be so impartial;
Only their heart held them captive