I'm just a little sunbeam.
Along the floor I crawl.
I climb up walls.
I creep down halls.
I offer warmth
to one and all.
Reborn every morning,
I ignite the morning bird's call.
I die each and every night
with the coming of nightfall.
A simple poem with a common idea. I love the metaphorical use of the idea.
Sunbeam
Published by Family Friend Poems May 2019 with permission of the Author.
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