Sunshine
by DMAC
In the Morning the Sunshine bathes the stone of his grave,
swathing away the cool dew of the night and the critters of the surrounding wood.
In the noontime the Sunshine nourishes the grass and brings life to the green
that soon will blanket his sanctuary of eternal rest.
And in the evening the Sunshine softens its light to gentle orange,
peeping from behind the surrounding wood to take one last protective glance
of him as he becomes one with God's creation.
And at night the Sunshine bides its time, giving him a nocturne cool, and a symphony
of cricket, froggy and toadie comic relief,
To once again, in the Morning, swath away the morning dew.
While his soul rejoices in the Heavenly realm
With the One True Sonshine that never sets.
composed two days after my dad's funeral
