Treasure Island

Sylvia Chidi

(Germany)

The Sun


Long before mankind was born
Alone stood a star called ‘The Sun’

The sun thought
So often alone a lot

One day the sun thought
If I could be that daylight indicator
A kind of happiness creator
On earth and allow my sunshine rays to run
I shall indeed be the true originator of fun

I can decide to wake up everyday at dawn
Not only will I be the source of light
But also the source of life
When people see me, it is that simple
Only smiles on their faces will be worn

When I rise
They shall all walk in my shadow
And the wise
Will take shelter, as my intensity flows

And so its journey begun
Now everyone wants a piece of the sun
Now everyone wants a piece of its warmth
Sometimes I wonder what will become of us
Long when the sun is gone!

Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi

Submitted: Monday, February 27, 2006
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