You brighten my day, whatever may be;
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 bright;
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 and seek";
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


Miscellaneous Poetry