Touching the sun

Touching the sun,
oh, what a feeling,
the light that does come,
that does come from the sky,
and that elevates the mind,
and the rays that inspire me,
they rouse my heart like a valentine,
and as I reach my hand out to the sky,
I touch the sun,
and grab the suns rays,
and rejuvanate myself,
in the rays that so beautifully play upon my face,
and the day,
with all this warmth it is a beautiful one,
and here on this beach I will sit,
and watch the waves,
the waves that refuse to quit,
and how happy I am,
with an ice cream in hand,
and doing nothing,
except relaxing,
relaxing until the sun is gone,
and what wonders there are in the light,
what wonders and colours that inspire the mind,
and that put any wrong right,
and each minute here in the sun,
it is a blessed one,
and each fills me with great delight,
especially, as there is no work to be done.

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Hello, I am Ben Robinson, a poet, my first book of poetry Alas the day was written in Dorset, in the United Kingdom.

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