the sound of the sun

the sound of the sun

 

lying in bed

he hears the sun rise

 

forest full of trees

trees full of birds

birds full of song

 

he rises, feels for his cane

shuffles his way outside 

to the warmth of the sun

and orchestra of birds

turns towards the rays

that he cannot see

opens his ear lids and 

smiles at the morning

sunblindhearing

◄ a gull or an angle

afraid of the dark ►

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