4/11/2017
Sitting here in the sun
where all life has begun,
I cannot help but wonder if
you smile down on all of this;
—or if you frown with quiet disdain
pouring down buckets of rain;
—or if you hold you breath—suck it in
breathe it out in gusts of wind;
—or if you cover your eyes when it gets too bright
clouding the sky to gray out the light;
—but a yellow smile will do for today
I think I'd like the sun to stay.