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