But only at a certain time
and
only in a certain light.
Only
when the sky above is blue.
Oh,
so her colour is only his reflection.
So
what is the rivers
true colour?
Does sky know
about
him being blue?
Oh,
of course
sky’s colour
comes from sun.
So
beauty
comes from
the play
of night and day,
of
sunshines ray,
as long
rays
stay.
Is sun gone
everything
on earth is
done.
So,
enjoy
the sun!
I like this poem. And under the sun we are all equal. It treats us all in the same way. Have a good week. All the best. Kris.
Oh, thank you :o) ! So very happy you like it! Have also a good week and a great start into spring! Silvia