The Sun

The spirit of this very earth
arises, giving birth
and here, within the light
of newborn eyes delight

souls compose a symphony
the sweetest sound, that only love can bring
as we, in mortal form
are once again reborn

to innocence, this sweet release
in rhythm with the waves that beat
upon the shores of every soul
as memory arises, whole

of all that we have come from
of all that we may be
as we open spirit's eyes and see
the sunů

? Michaelette ?

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