Oh how the sun has set
will it come up again, YOU BET!
The beautiful color fills me with glee
One question though is the sun a he or a she
Yellows and Pinks
oh the thoughts it probably thinks
below the horizon the sun must hide
for in the night the sun must hide
The sky is on fire
With crimson and violet
It glows with warmth and light
It is a friend that will protect you
keep you safe
keep you warm,
I want that warmth
I want to feel the evening sun's embrace
I want to feel all of the colors that paint the sky
I want to sleep wrapped up in a cloud
I want to watch the world go by
I want to see the very tops of all trees.
I want to be part of the portrait that is being painted on the sky,
I will run and run and run until I get there
My arms are open wide
waiting for the sun
waiting for the light that is now fading
I am chasing it
I will find a way to get there
To feel the evening sun's embrace
To feel all of the colors that paint the sky
To sleep wrapped up in a cloud
forever safe and sound.
I wipe the raindrops away from the windshield
and the teardrops away from my eyes;
the weather is predicted to rain today;
it’s really no surprise.
I’ll stare at the window watching the droplets race
dreaming of better days
when the sunlight will be so bright
that through closed eyelids I’ll see the rays.
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The withered, weary, wan Sunflower
reaches up to her love
the brilliant, blazing Sun.
Their love is balanced
like a perfect scale,
leveled by ambition and caution.
But the Sunflower takes the Sun's love for granted,
devouring it, Read more »
Coming over the mountain?
Do you know what it is?
I see it
Rising in the sky
Banishing the night
In every society
Life, warmth, hope
What it really is?
No one can say
Scientists will try and tell you
But I’ll never listen
Do you see it?
It’s going away now
Sinking in a vast plain
“Will it be back?”
You ask me, and I know
I tell you with a sense
Of reason and faith
She waves hello
And breaths a quiet goodbye
Always with us
Even when we feel alone
Always giving us comfort
She gives to everyone
To give us life
to give us warmth
to give us hope
That this day has come
That this day has gone
But never abandoning
Coming over the mountain?
Do you know what it is?
And it is a beautiful thing
A thing to behold
Momma held her hands up to the perfect blue sky and puffy white clouds, and let the sunshine slip through her fingers.
"See that, Seika?" Momma said to me softly. "That's sun dust."
"...Sun dust?" I asked. "Where does sun dust come from?"
"It comes from balance. From life and sunshine being one, and together, at harmony with each other - creating a time of peace."
Her words brought a smile to my face.
Momma's replies were always so pretty and musical, sounding like something you'd read from a fancy book. A perfect-fancy-book. Read more »
O beautiful sun
Destroyer and provider
Of life on earth.
Bringer of beauty, giver of light
You bathe the brown woods bronze
And drench the meadows in gold.
Ancients were right in worshipping you,
O Hawk-faced Ra, beloved Baldur, wise Apollo, shining Lugh—
Named by many, captured by none.
The stars dim before you,
The moon darkens without you.
O mighty sun in your sky throne,
May your brilliance forever illuminate
This green earth.
Skiing in the mushy, wet, spring snow is one of the best parts of the ski season. Some people think that in the spring, the snow is melting much too fast and that it will be so slow that it isn't worth the effort to go to the mountain. But, when the sun is beating down perfectly upon the slope, just allowing the top layer of ice to become that perfect, soft, skiable snow, that is when I enjoy myself. Read more »
Feel the light come to you, you never know, I can feel it. I don't really care,
Feel the light come to you la la la
The sun will shine to you ya ta ta
Feel the cold wind your skin will shine as a diamond, Feel the light come to you.
You will see how it feels ooo oo...
Clap your hands be happy feel the light come to you
i never knew I could do this, feel the light come to you
Your heart will thump you will feel it. You will cry when you see it.
You will know what I meant, feel
The light come to you.
Feel the water come to you .feel the
Light come to you, the fan Read more »
I have this theory- funerals for people who were loved are always held on beautiful days.
It's the end of January in Denver, Colorado. It's always sunny here, I forget that sometimes. I used to live here. I lived here for most of my life, for some reason I always think of it in the summertime. Sunshine goes with summertime in my mind, along with green grass, blooming flowers, & bicycles.
I haven't been here in the winter for about 3.5 years. & I've never spend just four days here.
The funeral is at 2pm, because of the time change that means my body will think it's about 4pm. Read more »
The moon is a gentleman. Elegant and quiet. Peaceful and caring. But he never has any company. He is lonely and longing for a wife and family. He feels as nobody appreciates him because nobody ever sees him. He watches couples taking walks and talking and falling in love with is light. But he wanted a love of his own. Read more »
It glares and stares at you brightly reflecting and catching your eye
Today wasn't much different than the others. I woke up at dusk broke the good ol' Telecaster and started playing some of that bluesy rock that was so popular in the 50's.
I cradled the guitar on my lap, and eased gentle sounds from it's resonating strings on it's hardwood body. A warm feeling came over me, my guitar's warmth eminating from all sides. I start playing faster, more furiouly... Soaring solos, amazing arpegios and tight triads. Then suddenly on the horizon, The sun rose. It appeared bloodred and vibrant in my stoic gaze. Read more »
Any mother who would give birth
To a child as needy as the earth
Would teach him to grow in circles
Give him an axis on which to spin
So that she could keep eternally
A watchful eye on him
And I feel the circles keep repeating in drunken fractals
Lazy to replicate
But destined to recreate
On a smaller scale
And we’re caught up in there twisted rings
That swallow up everything
Like millions of little fish
in the mouth of a whale
it’s why the sun spins in its crazy choreography
across the abandoned ballroom that mirrors the sea
it's why you could sail away in it Read more »
The air is filled with
The smell of
Wafting through the diner door,
And the laughter than mingles with it.
As the sun
Hides behind the
Icy, bitter raindrops
Press your shoulders forward,
Making your back
Burn with the cold of winter,
Just when you thought
That the snow had melted away
Into the past
Trees don't seem
To fit in this picture,
They are too colorful,
They look out of place,
Like a single scribble
In an empty coloring book-
The only splash of green
Between the gray skies.
Warm and comforting,
You can hear the thump of music
As a rain-splattered truck flies by.
The only music under the frowning
Is the icy ring when a raindrop
Strikes your head.
Smile through the rain,
As you step over the muddy,
And gaze up at the
As the trees frown down upon you, Read more »
When I look out the window
I see a million lights,
shining down on earth.
Even tough the stars are exploding
A million years ago,
and we see them now,
they are still beautiful,
and not to mention far away.
I also see big bright star,
but that’s no star; that’s our moon
where we had been dreaming to get to,
since the start of mankind,
and finally after many attempts, some fatal,
we reached the moon.
The first man on the moon,
Neil Armstrong, said a quote,
a quote that would not be forgotten,
“This is a small step for man, a giant leap for mankind.”
Those words are forever remembered and will continue to be,
but I also see space or the final frontier.
Someday we will travel through space and beyond.
I also see a key to our survival,
but someday will cause our downfall:
Unless we can travel to those stars and beyond,
because the sun will one day explode and destroy our galaxy,
so we’re not as individual countries. Read more »
Today the sun is so bright. The sun is shining in my eyes. I go shopping at the store to get this item. Sparkly. This item goes over your ears. What am I?
Megan Majonen slowly, sleepily looks out of the leaves. Is that sunlight I see, breaking emerald on the top of my forest? Or perhaps just a small break of warmth...Ah, here comes the rain again, the comforting pitter patter of water falling from the sky. How could I ever believe the sun was out? Rain surrounds me, caresses over my skin, and in it's power I remain, and wait for sleep to take me once more...
Yeah...I doodled this as my facebook status...and felt like it was a bit more than what my eye was seeing. Comment and tell me what you feel about it?
Man’s best friend lies on my bed
Sprawled out across the tangle of blankets.
Sun shines in through the window
We bask in its rays.
But not awake either.
A lazy tail wags
As we enjoy the morning.
What was the name of the girl in the yellow sundress?
I will never know.
She flitted before my eyes along with storm clouds,
Blustery winds and hail.
Hail the size of rice
Puncturing the leaves
That were blown away and
Smashed to the spongy ground.
A trail parted the dancing grass
Across the field
Into the woods
Away from the angry rain
And I followed it.
I followed its earthy, soil-covered path
And the embedded hoof prints that caught my eyes.
The whispers of rain colliding
With the canopy of leaves
Echoed throughout the enchanted forest
Until it was silent, except for the singing
Of the sun’s warmth on the glistening, white
Bark of lean birch trees.
A pack of hawks with their rusty red tails
Exploded from the branches
And flew in a line across the blue sky,
One by one.
There were twenty of them.
Then my eyes opened, and it was gone.
It's sunny up here.
My spirit is drifting in the breeze,
my soul is laughing with joy,
where am I?
I remember the car crash,
the pain and darkness,
and then the light at the end.
Grandpa was there.
I guess I am too.
Where am I,
It's sunny up here.
Why is the Sun Yellow?
By Beatrice Shlansky
There was once an artist. He lived in Rome. His name was Cornelias. His favorite color was yellow. The sky was dark, because of no sun light. So they lived off star light. He loved yellow so much because, it was so dark and the color was so bright. He loved to paint abstractly. Read more »
By Shania Perham
Clarendon Elementary School, Grade 5
The sun shines and gives us light
The moon shows it's time to tuck our blankets warm and tight
The stars shine and twinkle at night
The rain is falling; drip-drop, drip-drop -- what a great sight
Different weathers and different colors
That's the way of nature.
Sun to Moon
By Linnea Eddy
Vergennes Elementary School, Grade 4
Burning, shining, blinding,
Seeker, sky. Glider, gray
Glowing, darkening, circling,
this is an empty grass land
this is a blazing bulb called the sun
this is a a girl with wide-eyes and the biggest, dark shades
sitting cross-legged right infront of the heat
staring into blue, cloudless skies
thinking and waiting for night
to draw out constellations with her finger
but for now enjoying the sun giving her a deeper tan
rocking back and fourth
humming to herself
thinking in music notes
wondering in lyrics
she ponders about love
and can only see NOW.
she lays fully out on the grass now
spread out like a snow angel
she raises her right arm in the air
creates a peace sign with her hand
and points it at the sun.
Trees and the Seven Seas
I wish I could give you the ocean,
the moon and the trees,
the lakes, and the seven seas.
I wish I could give you the hills,
the valleys and the sun,
the fields and flowers by the ton.
look until you find it,
not once, but twice,
because it’s all there.
Sometimes I feel like the world is a dismal, gray place. The clouds are gray, the snow is gray, and at times even the people are gray. Then, once in a while, the sun will shine, the clouds will go away, and a person will smile. And I see, that in reality, our world is a sparkling silver.
The days of elementary school
When colored hair was oh so cool
We played with dolls and soccer balls
And then went swimming at the pool
The teacher always called our names
She told us to stop playing games
But we just laughed and looked away
Immediately started shooting blames
My mom gave us crackers and cheese
I said I wanted chocolate, please
She chops an apple, and gives me milk
I do not eat it with ease
These days were whimsical, and fun
These days of playing in the sun
With friends close by no worries are needed
Happiness is never done
milky through bland-pale
Her anemic light sifts between jag-edged leaves
Wind buffets laughingly
tossing leaves silhouetted by ivory sun:
a rippling mosaic
To the playground
To the middle
On the structure
Headphones in your ears
One to me
In my ear
To the soundwaves
About the world
About the sun
Music from aural orifice
The last two years
Who we are
This is how it should be