94. 22/3/15 (#90)
Through their eyes
'We made it!' Comes the cry,
Our eyes flicker open as the sun rises,
The darkness finally gone,
The daylight growing.
Lifting our heads to look to the light,
Or frail arms and palms open,
Soaking in the warmth.
And soon our faces are filled,
With joyous colour,
Vibrant yellows, purples, reds,
All screaming with the excitement of a new day.
We hear the buzzing of insects,
Filling our hearts with hope,
That this year we will pass on,
The wonder of life again.
And every one of us smiles,
When we see children playing amongst us,
When we see new birth,
We cannot help but turn to the sun to say: