Your streaks of the sun made the birds caw around the ponds in a floury of surprise and delight at the beautiful soothing rays
You painted down over the grey that colours the world, like a flood that nobody ran from
And when the icy kiss of snow fell from dizzying heights you would always make sure to shine even brighter tomorrow
Though your hot shine branded some places yellow, and the wind aided your need of fire
You always made sure that spring would come, along with its blossoming flowers, and leafy trees
And every so often when balls of flames fell from your heavens in a floury of amazement we looked from windows and telescopes to catch a glimpse of your miraculous rejects
The sun: beautiful