
She paints with rays of sunlight
Her canvas is the sky
Her brush strokes create the sunrise
With her golden yellow dye
Her light is warm and comforting
A tender touch upon your skin
Because of her the flowers blossom
Where she goes new growth begins
When she dances all the shadows hide
She can chase the dark away
When she sings all the nightmares fade
As she brings the light of day
But she felt she was not wanted
For nobody seemed to see
The sunbeams she created
Or heard her quiet plea
To come out of the darkness
And step into the light
She thought she was not noticed
She felt hidden from their sight
The truth is that they saw her
They knew that she was there
But somehow they forgot
To show her that they care
They never thought to thank her
For each new day's sunrise
Or the way she always painted
The pinks and oranges in the skies
They took her light for granted
And they never said a word
When she chased their nighttime away
Or her morning song they heard
So she thought she was not important
It wouldn't matter if she left
If her light she stopped shining
And she left the sky bereft
Because most people forget
That when something's always there
That doesn't mean it has to be
And you should still show that you care
But we never thank the air for breath
And we always forget the Sun
Until the day she doesn't rise
And we remember where our light comes from.
About the Creator
Sophia Chajon
Reader, writer, poet, photographer, and dog-lover.
I believe words and chocolate are two of the best things in life.




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