Dreams Of Sun

When flies the hoary frost from frozen window pane,
When clouds are driven from the sky no longer to rain,
When ice and chill retire to where they came,
Then shines the sun.

When gentle breezes stir the greening meadow,
When gentle drops add to swelling river flow,
When golden tears of spring bid all things grow,
Then shines the sun.

Sing the song of winter past, while cross the fields we run.
Watch the birds fly about, with glittering grace and fun.
Dance to the music of the babbling brook,
Shout with the foxes and swim with the trout.
Yearn as a lover for her love so far away gone,
for the sun, the sun to shine all the summer long.

Written in 2000 by Sparkie

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