I am a chocolate sunrise floating over still land
A part of God’s divine plan
People regard me as beautiful but fail to understand…
That my existence is not equated to the abundance of man
Pull out your paint brush and stroke…
The deep, broad curves of my burgeoning, candescent silhouette
People may think they have seen the last of my rays
But they ain’t seen nothing yet
I will levitate above doubt come morning
While the moon puts snoring minds to bed
I am the first light you see
When you lift your head
Some call me Sunshine.
Thank you for reading.
Love always, Esha ❤