Let It Be O Sun Poem by Adam M Snow

Over the hills, I wait for thee;
the sunlight beam of dusk.
Yet a silent to provoke me,
yonder with the morning musk.

Yet profound by a morning sound;
the wind-chimed birds.
A beauty to be found,
within nature's morning words.

With the aura of a newborn day;
an outstretched colors, vibrant hues,
painted like the month of May.
I wait for thee O sun, light my day.

Let flowers blossom, with fragrance great;
with beauty so awe it beknownst my fate.
Well beknownst to me, the soon setting sun-
denoted the start of night marks the end of day.
Showering me with beauty outdone,
like the birth of May.

With the grace of God, your beauty dost shine.
A proof of my existence, a fairy tale dream-
to taste life ajar, a nectar of wine
and sample the melody of the sunlight's morning gleam.
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