Every morning the sun dashes gallants through my dining-room window, arms, spread wide, a glowing smile on his face and says here I am take me.
He is irresistible handsome, sizzling hot. So dazzling is he, I am forced to squint, but I refuse to turn away, cannot turn away for his alluring yellow face, his crowing aura, his energy.
The sun’s vigor feeds me, and like the plants and trees, I thrive best when I am under his gaze.
I was seeded in a warm place and took my first breath in the cooling warmth when one day was done and another was getting ready to be born.
Call me a sun child
call me warmth
call me vibrant
dress me in oranges and yellows
fill my mind and body
with oomph
let my words
ignite our pettiness
stir old grudges
kindle bickering
destroy hatred
transform us
into sparkles
of lights
were growth
ascends