I enjoy the essence of sunlight
That this giant ball of gas has the audacity to light our streets
that the atmosphere is a swirling filter
that clouds are like sunglasses
if sunglasses could cry
If sunglasses could pour monsoons down into our rivers
Like tip-toeing teardrops dripping into my veins
so it seems
Wind gusts like merry-go-rounds
spinning sparkling leaves like fairy dust
and oh- what beauty
in the dewglistened trees
and again, in rising turmoil of hues
the sun gleams
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