Let the sun pierce the dark clouds
and point down with long golden fingers.
Let its light fall on shining rain-soaked fields
and illuminate the shadowed green of earth.
Turn your eyes to the light
and blink at the unaccustomed brilliance.
Watch as the lead-faced sky opens her
dazzling blue eyes and smiles.
G.W. Bill Miller
I like this poem. I like the description of the sun with all of its splender. great job I say.
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