Thickening gray clouds screen
the sun, almost veiled unseen,
its hidden neck it mightily cranes
through the lower lighter planes
to sprinkle its precious gleams,
the world with happiness screams,
as kind sunshine gives good baths
to the vast crop-laden land swaths,
livens up the wide and serene bays
where His graces God also lays.
© FLQ March 30,2014
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