Sunshine will kiss me until I am sleep,
with warmth in a smile to give out a treat,
that captures the mouths of whoever is near
and lets them continue to give out the cheer.
Rain helps to calm me until I’m in fall,
with all of the drippings for memory’s call
to soak in the treasure of every new pleasure
that rises to rates of the greats in measure.
Storms used to tremble this young boy’s old soul
until I grew older to know of the gold
that comes from the show without any predict
of whether some violence will come from this hit.
Cold gives the knowledge of how I am old
and wanting the peace that some others have told
by living their lives in the greatest of strides,
where all of their smiles are true and so wide.