Member Poem

a simple flower on a windowsill

is light, airy, fine

i wonder how the sun comes up

ever so divine

and yet the mist on the window

sings a happy tune

i wonder how the sun comes up

during the warmest time of noon

the robin flits through the yard

wearing a coat of gray

i wonder how the sun comes up

seemingly every day

the wind can be harsh and strong

barreling through the land

i wonder how the sun comes up

warming the acres of sand

the people on earth are happy

singing their songs of light

i wonder how the sun comes up

never stopping to fight

and when the sun stops working

billions of years from now

i wonder how the sun will come up

and take its final bow