The sun’s my favourite jewel of all.
I’m jealous; the plants that take you in to breathe.
That whisper underneath your feet
It’s love, sure, its chemical too,
Juice, never from concentrate.
Close your eyes and bite the rays
A homemade buried treasure found;
This orange; tell it “you are the sun”
Light we stashed until today.
Image: “sun grass” by davedehetre is licensed under CC BY 2.0.