sun soul

the soul of the sun is strong and bright

bear beautiful light
yield mighty delight
yet give to the night

spark passion and vigor
bring warmth to the heart

have infinite faces
but never an edge

and forever shine, always in sight

good nature

the wind whispers, and the meadows listen
the trees croak, and the stream glistens
songbirds play a tune, and the old man whistles fondly

the sun glares high while the shadows fade
tall grass waves at the hills
the buzz of cicadas cuts through the humid air

the woodpecker’s knock fades to a tap
the breeze turns chill
the sun simmers with violety glow

the trees breathe a sigh
the stars, a dim lit sky
night laid bare with no moon

rest well, good nature