Look, I Brought the Sun Home with Me! ... by Ranjana Paul

Morning sun, the golden plays

Crimson and Lavender over blue.

Golden rays over farms and trees

Wild red; are they cherries or berries?

Birds of the feather spread their wings

Mountain tops, silver and white;

Against the blue sky 

Look grand and wise.

Tall trees hide the sun,

Cedar and pine whistle in the wind.

Come mid-day, the sun shines high;

Wild birds wind by the river side.

Silver rays through tree tops

 Light the ground under the trees.

Silver rays of the Shining ball

Takes a few last peeks through the leaves.

As the sun goes down,

A crimson ball hides behind the peaks.

Hiding behind the Tetons and the Grand ones, it whispers,

Peek-a boo, let's all go to sleep!

... by Ranjana Paul
June 2013