Pure is the light of
The sun in its awakening
Relieving, ephemeral sight
Vanishing fast so fleeting
Soft and shallow heat
When the first rays appear
Caress on the cheek
Followed by nostalgy and fear
Overwhelmingly simple
In its details and refineries
Delicate and humble
In even the smallest of her bees
Relishes all thy senses
Turns thy heart anew
With its wind and breeze she cleanses
Not all will understand but few
Weight of the world on thy shoulders
Fell apart in thy stride
Every step of the way lighter
In her haven no more need to hide
A.H
