Here Comes the Sun…du-n doo doo
By: Amelia Rose
Watching the sun
Over the horizon,
Through the clouds,
Amid the sky…
Day in and day out,
I wonder how she does it.
How does she bring herself to rise
Every single day
And shine with such brightness and glory
Ever so consistently? In such a pattern
That not one, but all may have complete confidence
In her return?
She illuminates the world--
How does she make that tedious climb—
Joyfully, happily—oh so sunnily?
It can’t be an easy one…
To make alone.