Playing under an arid sun I look up.
Mr. Sun smiles brightly and I smile.
You're ambiance follows me.
I'm so happy!
You ameliorate these healing open bruises.
You're a cure to this tempered spirit.
Did you know I looked up to you always?
The "elder" force of wisdom, to me you are one.
A friend that never expires on light.
Inside I'm not alone anymore.
I've got the sun, what else does anyone desire?
Making life grow, making life smile, "Brother" Sun,
did you know that to me you're like another brother.
I don't care if it's egregiously foolish
but that's how I veritably feel.
Big brother, big brother, I will never forget you, I promise.
Sunbeam of memories, shine on me, I will cherish this light.
To Philip...
heyo! thanks for commenting, btw, this poem is nice. i love the sun =] it's nice how you refer to the sun as the "elder" force of wisdom =]
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