Sunshine visits in many a way -
Demons and angels need not profess
each a new day
Nor state regrets for a final
night;
Each sunrise brings a touch of whimsy
And is pursued into a quiet by the
moon beam’s light.
The morning horizon breaks open
for all to see
Where friends and family gather
And that the stillness in the
air is all that will matter
If one rises to find that the dawn
transforms
And that Sunshine comes in many
forms
For all to warm with - before
or after the storms.
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