14 July, 2019
Blazing red and gold, The great rob of light,
Rising triumphantly,
Majestic, unshaken,
Over the ocean waves,
That rise and fall
Quietly moving away
Behind the clouds
Ushering in a new day
The dappled gold
Of Sunlight
Filters through,
Birds chirp,
The world’s awake,
Hopes are in bloom,
Kissed by the radiant Sun.
- Rupa Wijesinghe