Rising Star Poem by AHO Speaks

The light is desire as it is a day of rest
Separate and apart from toil which also can be best
But the birds must come for they only know
They want to reap for they cannot sow.

The eye of the sky appears like a crescent or a third
It rises more faster then the coming of the birds
Coming out of an envelope in the sky
This brilliant ball of orange for you and I.

Now three quarters and still there is more
Surely the light of life behind each door.
This time of day you allow me to see.
The eternal giver that sanctions all to be.

My perception shows that you are a creation just like me
Yet I know your greatness lies in protecting the we
We the people, we the nations and we who are one
You are the giver; and we are the takers; under the earthly sun.

You change from orange to your silver of gold
O' so mighty and glorious and the story never told.
Lovely and gorgeous in your gown of gold
Some times in silver and rubies so I have been told.

How beautiful and ravishing in a veil of silver and fire
Of your giving and sharing we on earth will never tire.