Dreams

The sun rises light

But it does shines bright

It works with all its might

Until time for rest is right



We won’t forget the clouds

They mostly come with the louds

They can interrupt the sun

But time makes them run



I am the pretty sun

Who wants to have fun

I want to hold no gun

Although I am no nun



The clouds will form

But no matter the storm

I’ll wait patiently until it leaves

Then I’ll light the world for all including the leaves.

by
   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014