THE GOLDEN SUN.

How beautiful you are, sun;
I stare at you turn, turn and turn.
Ye rising flames of the burning orb.
I sigh when you conquer clouds and absorb -
Spreading silver sunrays;
Parting the horizon in dimensional ways.
This makes me wonder -
Delighting, lighting and strengthening my heart.

Conquer between virgin African Mountains,
The source of the Nile whose waters form summer rains.
See the sun bloom brand new dreams;
So, Arise and let thy soul sing new hymns!
Look at the falling grass dew;
As our pains heal with a new renew.
Scream O world, for the sun is above!
Painting weeping hearts with love.
Brand new smiles on different faces,
Songs of hope sang in different places.

Obella Stephen
©2018.