And the Sun Spoke
The clouds fell down abruptly upon me this day
As the sun pushed them down, it had wanted to play
I looked to it, with a squint in my eyes
For it seemed so bright, there in the skies
It smiled and said, Michael, please write of me
I want the world to know just what I can be
I am more than just light, to brighten the day
I am inspiration, growth and a reason to play
I flourish the fields with multitudes of flowers
I give people reasons, in those fields, to spend hours
I am artwork, unpainted, but crafted from above
I am a gift from almighty, provided with love
So, Michael, can you please write of me now
Please let them all know, what I do and just how
Please choose your words wisely, so all to see clear
Just what I can do and just why I am here
I said, do not worry, they all know it true
For the words that I write, will be those poured from you
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