Sunshine Poem Novels & Stories

He could not understand why but he felt like he could not breathe as he got nearer and nearer to the place. "You are my sunshine My only sunshine You make me happy When skies are gray You'll never know, dear How much I love you Please don't take My sunshine away The other night, dear As I lay sleeping I dreamed I held you In my arms When I awoke, dear I was mistaken So I hung my head and I cried You are my sunshine My only sunshine You make me happy When skies are gray You'll never know, dear How much I love you Please don't take My sunshine away"

It wasn't long before she found out that she could read everything despite very slowly. It was a poem, which read as follows: 'It was the Coming of the Midnight Sun, A daughter of the Sacred Wood, Lay in a chamber of the House of the Moon, And thus shall wither like a dying star Til the touch of a virgin at dawn.'

He sat feeling uncomfortable, he wondered what Sarah was up to. "Ryan, Incase I die, do not weep by my grave." "How...like what do you mean?" He looked at her perplexed. "Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight.

INNOCENT WORLD. ***************************** The overwhelming and thunderous night was finally disappearing.As Sun started to spread its light,rising behind the mountains.Telling the world to every darkness there is light. To every sorrow there is a happiness,giving the weak humans a HOPE!!!! INDEED sun is a hope.Its beautiful rays causing the sky to blush in red and orange,shying from the beauty of Sun. I don't remember when sleep overcame me and I was gone in another world.Chachu was beside me.We were in our neighbour home.Our own house was full due to relatives.I was too small cuddling with Chachu.

The golden sunlight brings bright colors to clouds and meadows, mountains, and valleys. Nature is at its best now. For the senses, there is nothing better than sunrise. The sun in the sky. First, a small ball of light appeared in the sky, and then its size and brightness increased. The golden disc seemed to be constantly rising. The bird sings of its splendor. The first ray of sunlight refreshed the eyes. When the sun rises from the sky, daytime activities begin. The tree is basking in the sun. Sunshine; people who wake up late miss the beauty of the sunrise. Waking up at dawn is a rare joy.

Happy in my presence, smiling in the morning sun. My Princess!

He was afriad that he had a concussion from all of the hits to the head and face earlier, as well a blood loss and exposure. Regardless though, he had to stay awake for his kids. In case Nate or the other man found them, he needed to be alert so that he could protect them. Sunny whimpered in his arms and instinctively started singing her favorite song to her beneath his breath. The song he always sings to her when she is scared, hurt, sick or upset. It is their song. “You are my sunshine.. my only sunshine.. you make me happy... when skies are gray.. you'll never know, dear, how much I love you.. please don't take my sunshine away..”

The sunset after the rain was never as beautiful as it was now. It was a magic that existed beyond words. And what can one say about a sunset? One could go on forever describing how the colors blend together to create illusion and eternal beauty. You can talk forever about the sunset, which pleases the eyes after a hard day. But what can you say about the sunset that graced the day after emotion, pain and happiness? Cities can change twice a day. It is in the morning and in the evening. In the morning, cities can be different. They may even have different colors of houses. In the evening, cities seem to breathe in and take on a whole new hue. For in the evening, everything becomes sincere. S

These beautiful words of love are very different from poetry. If poetry expresses it with the same rhyme, this word expresses it with logic. Logic that is in harmony with the feelings you feel when you are near loved ones, of course. Staring to the sun is shining, but a cold wind blows in Lily's room when the air temperature regulates its own temperature in this room, Lily sips her warm chocolate when she turns a few times beside her because someone is the sun for her who erases the clouds all this time, spending time chills with her today.

Fresh sunlight penetrates through the components of the tree, perfectly illuminating spheres of water upon its green wands. The sweetness of the scene blankets her numb and almost transparent clothes as the sunlight paints her lips red, her hair and eyes honey-like. The noon sunlight acts as an HD camera, telling no lies in the world in which shadows of truth are the harshest, revealing every flaw in the sight, like a toddler carrying his very first camera, taking pictures of whatever he sees.