Mr. Sun

Do not forget to wake me at morn.
You've been there for me since I was born
Making me cheerful
Making me warm
Making me happy
Making me form
the habit of checking to see if you're there,
Not hidden by clouds that are thick in the air.

Please Mr. Sun I look for your rays.
Shine all around me. Shine on my days.
When you are hidden my mood seems to change.
Why does this happen?
Isn't it strange?
When you are back. I'm right back on track
You're
Making me cheerful
Making me warm
Making me happy
like when I was born.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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