Ode to the Sun

This was originally written Jan 30, 1994 - by Lois Kullberg

Where have you been my absent friend?
Could you not come, my heart to mend?
Thick fog surrounded earth and sky,
Both day and night 'til I could cry.

But now I sing my morning song,
Your face is back as I walk along
The streets are bathed in warmth and light,
The birds sing songs of sheer delight.

I walk along the avenue,
Little blossoms peeping through,
The greenest grass, thr bluest sky,
The fairest day of all, says I.

An early morn in early Spring,
My joy is full, my soul does sing,
'Twas it not for feeling shades of gray,
I would not feel so grand today!