Colin F. Jones

SUNSHINE

Are we not tethered to the sun,
with umbilical beams of light,
Golden before the day is done,
bright silver in the night?
There is no darkness lacking death,
for the sun is always bright.
Though oft despair lives on our breath,
the suns profile offers light.
For the sun is like Gods burning heart,
it warms and brings delight,
And germinates the seeds of life,
with its special kind of light.
So long as sunshine gilds our day,
There never will be night.