Yellow Sun
Just like the sun,
I rise.
Just like her,
I try to shine.
She can radiate her love everywhere.
I stay put.
But, she reminds me I must do the same.
I must explore the world like she does.
I must see the blue waters in every corner of the world.
Because I can, I will.
She stands tall and proud.
I will too. I can too.
The yellow of her soul is merry.
Her soul urges me to be the same.
Her rays paint the path to happiness.
All I must do is follow them.
She looks at me with gentle eyes.
Gentleness lays a feeling of warmth all around me.
The dark skies bring her into a mellow sleep.
I do the same.
We close our eyes, but not forever.
We do it together.
The morning wakes her up.
And she awakes me.
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