The Brighter Sun

Golden rays, a colour so dark,

A sign of strength. 

A round fuzzy ball of dreams is so pure. 

A sign of hope. 

A surging warmth, a warmth so sweet. 

A sign of protection. 

The moment of an opaque ball touching the flashes of the hard ground; marks the moment of power and change.

Let that power become the weapon of those in anguish. 

Let that weapon silently create a division between red and blue, black and white, tears, and cheers.

A spark of gold smeared on the small rosy cheeks; so rosy; oh so rosy,

A sign of victory, a victory so different. 

A brighter sun has shone, a light so bright; no other can compare.

Surge the warmth, pick up the ray with tiny hopeful hands. 

Spread the sparks...

As...

A sun has shone, in the land of cold.