The Sun

I open the window

and see

the lustrous effect

of the sun

seeping through

almost reaching

a glimmer

of hope.

It lingers

on my skin

glowing brightly

a cure

you cannot ignore.

I walk outside

sit on a bench.

My garden's alive,

a freshness thrives

igniting my senses,

illuminating that ache

that ponders my insides.

Flowers blooming,

red roses blossoming,

Lillies and tulips

in disarray.

A glorious day,

a wondrous place,

a joy

as the air

leaps onto

my face.

***

The slight breeze,

the warmth

from the sun

deeply persists,

glistening upon

my aching limbs,

delivering heat

onto my shoulders,

a radiant light of hope.

***

An escape

to the outside

away from others

as I listen

to the birds' tweet

enjoying

a cheerful, jovial, beaming,

as the sun's rays

heal a desolated body,

heal misery

amongst our slump,

our decline

as we aim

to reach

a despondency

of time,

as the sun

is our only

hope.

***

A miracle healing

of the sun's

respondent foe.

A rival

killing species

away from

our bodies

during a pandemic,

a crisis of

the past two years

diseases we cannot

control.

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