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| The Sun |
| It rises,
Glimmering beams shine upon earth mother Stretching, its light cascades. Extending, to touch the trees. Encompassing the animals that bask beneath its rays. A ball of fire— source of heat and light, source of existence, yet, still, a source of death. When it sets, darkness envelopes; Wait a few hours, for it shall rise again. The Greeks called it Helios. The Romans called it Sol; I call it God’s gift to the world. We bow to it— small mortals from down under. Copyright Brintha J. Gardner Email: brintha_gardner@cox.net |
| Through Innocent Eyes |
| Through innocent eyes, the world is a playground,
Gallivanting, rejoicing in a laughter-filled park, The effervescent children, they see fluorescence even in the luminous dark. The crimson trees, the azure sky, but what remains the most beautiful is a twinkle in their eye, Their faces beam a sun-filled glow; sharing and caring they couldn’t tell you if they even knew how to lie. Let’s pick berries, one screams aloud, until we tire, And after, let’s tell stories around a wondrous fire. With marshmallows on sticks, we’ll eat and be merry, We’ll scamper around the tree filled forest like Tom and Jerry. Once the games are over tonight, we’ll embark in blissful slumber, And dream of roses, lilies and sunshine, like a landscaped whisper. A beauteous garden with a sea of flowers, they were everywhere you looked, We must stop talking now as our heavy eyelids begin to droop. Copyright Brintha J. Gardner BACK POETRY INDEX HOME VOTE NEXT |
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