i can talk to the sun, did you know?

he tells me about his day

and each time i walk home, i take a pouch of his light

as a gift of my kindness



this careful young girl walked home 

a spring in my step

then my vision suddenly spots

a sad rain cloud looking at me



frightened and worried she looks

anxious and tactful i am

i pour her the warm sunshine

the contents of my pouch emptied



pipper and bright the cloud looks

she is happy and joyful

her rain has disappeared

she rushes off to join her fluffy friends



i decide to walk home

the spring gone from my step

this careful girl stares into a mirror of time

i will wait for tomorrow's routine