Sunshine

The sunshine fell partly on the green leaves

And sped quickly downwards as grain through the sieves

The impact it made, cannot be here, expressed

And the feeling of joy it evoked, could not be quite suppressed

The mighty sun has numerous tasks at hand

In the cold as well as intolerably hot lands

The smooth and soft ray gently caresses the flowers

That it finds in the wilds, as wells as in the bowers

To the bud, swaying delicately in the breeze

Or hanging precariously, on huge big trees

It gives fresh vigor and unfolds its numerous petals

Whose touch is quite unlike that of the hot metals

So it’s a source of life and of light

It is the reason we find the day is so bright