Mr Sun - Poem by Alexander Coppedge
Mr. Sun rays abounds sent to the earth, they break night blanketed fall; vision by light: it give a path to go each day.
Sunlight in waves guide us, they give to us a dawn rise; rays in streams chase dark: the land mist and dew away.
Brilliant bursts, tings struck dwelling which held me; they broke a tiny crack by glass: beneath my window's shade.
Beams searched the room, it in looks to see me, I'm found asleep stretched snoring in bed; I from it: facing away.
Mr Sun warmth for me, rays roamed the wall, cross bed edge; beams crept along: Mr. Sun determined to play.
Rays bent in a mirror, leaped mid-way in air, jump from it; hop on back: them directly below the neck of my head.
Rays creep in its endeavors, forwards tips, bounced over my shoulder; a beam struck me: light direct in the eye.
I aroused in discomfort, not friendly to play, I'm annoyed shielding face; hand over my eyes: I still, am seeing light.
Mr. Sun to say hi, awake me from death grip, antics of a Good Morning; its energy of strength: its vision of life.
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