Here Comes the Sun

Here comes the sun The friendly and abundant sun Blissfully showering her radiance Unto poets like me on the ground Here comes the sun Speaks no evil, speaks no dry Unto the gloomy hearts But praises with a fresh bread start Here comes the sun The sympathetic and trusted pal You turn days into nights When I weep and you sob You give me a shelter---you're rough bed clouds To conceal my drops underneath your drops And then you relinquish my doubts As you say, "Hello" again and runs back. "Here comes the sun" Lyn-Jenne