Thursday, November 3, 2022

The Gift of the Sun

What a joy!

What a wonder!

In my troubles, it still rises.

In my triumphs, it still rises.

On good days and bad days, it still rises.

When I do right and when I do wrong, it still rises.

Alone and on the streets hungry, it made me fruit to eat, a tree for shade, and light to see through the darkness.

I yearn to be like the Sun so I must keep rising.

Good, bad and ugly.

 Win, lose or draw.

I must keep rising like the Sun.

In the pouring rain the Sun’s shining box is wrapped in a rainbow…

The Gift of the Sun.

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