The burning hot sun sends a steady flash of light
to the treetops.
It has just risen and, already, it is spewing brilliance
of this magnitude.
Do not misunderstand this;
it is a truly suburb sight.
Though my eyes take in the light,
I see nothing.

The burning hot sun sends a steady flash of light
through her window.
The light gently wakes her up,
and she rolls over, sighing.
“You look absolutely beautiful this morning.”
She rolls over for a second time,
this time to avoid my admiration.
Understand this;
she is the most suburb sight.
My eyes take in her light,
and I can see.