The sun sets me free,
from morning, chill, to evening glow,
where would I be?
Without yellow warmth filling me head to toe.
Those glistening ponds,
forests full of green,
make many bonds,
with this yellowy sheen.
Dark is at bay,
shadows must wait,
on earth colours lay,
the sun's on its way.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 7:12 AM UTC
The sun sets me free,
from morning, chill, to evening glow,
where would I be?
Without yellow warmth filling me head to toe.
Those glistening ponds,
forests full of green,
make many bonds,
with this yellowy sheen.
Dark is at bay,
shadows must wait,
on earth colours lay,
the sun's on its way.
