Yip Poem by Sandra jacks

The stars they grow dim,
as the sun hit's my skin,
and i wince in the glory of..
the sun,
the world,
oh so cold,
get's the feeling,
of something bold,
and the golden color of brilliance,
begins.

The night turns to day,
but in no simple way,
does the beauty of this world,
begin.

The sun shining bright,
through the power,
of the dark night,
it is the power,
of an unknown energy source,
and the world takes it's place,
in the orbit of speake,
and the system takes,
it's natural,
course.
So now i think....
and now i wonder.....