You brighten my day, whatever may
You make the world much better to see.
You turn the winter into spring;
Somehow, your cheer reaches everything.
You paint the colours happy and
You turn dark clouds around to light.
You make rain droplets disappear;
You are there all times of the year.
You sometimes play a "hide
You know I'll smile when it's complete.
You warm and comfort when it's cold;
You were shaped into this very mold.
You smile at me when I am down;
You kiss my cheek so I won't frown.
You could be so many things to some;
Does the reader know I speak of the sun?
Joan Adams Burchell
October 23, 2004