Warmth Of The Sun.

A short poem about our Sun.

One day the clouds will blow away.
leaving a morning like the month of May.
Seeing the birds feed, sing and dance.
The warmth of the Sun puts me in a trance.

In the morning when the Sun shines through.
It glistens and sparkles making everything new.
At night, I still feel the heat, it's sweet.
Sun is dimmed, tomorrow, the same, it's all a repeat.