A friend once asked me,
Say, what would be,
Sunshine to you?
At the sky blue,
I glanced upon and spoke,
Listen closely my friend,
As I let you apprehend,
My thoughts on the rays golden,
Their beauty does not,
Come from them alone,
It's the blanket of the clouds,
Which allows the lines of glow,
Like a mother reaching out,
For her child in her arms,
The light embraces Earth,
Gently at break of dawn,
Like a fresh rose,
Ready with its perfume,
When the rays touch our land,
With vibrance,
Mother Earth blooms,
The Sun I find so angelic,
Sets also with the same grace,
Like a chinese bride,
With the red veil over her face,
When she bows her head,
And with devotion prays,
For equal time,
The Sun lets the Moon and Stars reign,
But divine as the word of God,
It returns for us everyday,
Hence my good friend,
I said,
This is what I believe,
About the Sunshine blond,
And what it means to me.
