The Happy Sundial
The Happy Sundial
I only tell of sunny hours...
My face is never dark or dour.
I make a point of sunlight’s cast
and smile to see the shadows pass.
I only tell of joyful hours....
Love springtime days with pretty flowers.
I keep my face turned to the sky....
The bright sunlight shines in my eye.
I only know of happy times,
latitude and hour-lines.
My finger points to noonday sun
that warms the hearts of everyone.
2/13/19
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