Sunshine Poem by Thomas Becker

An hour after I eat the sun shine,
in my mind I know I was fine.
My mouth had seen the wind wisked by,
was when my eyes tasted the sky.
If my ears header the color right,
then my tongue was ready to fight.
Soon the day had turn to the night,
and all became bathed in star light.
As I began to slowly grow young
the fight fell from my tongue.
My eyes herd the dark of empty space,
my arms long to run that lonely race.
Soon I could smell with my hair,
I wonder if it this was really fair
Felling all most as smart as old yoda,
then Sean said I'm just a spoda.