25 October 2012
The sun has come out, Lighting up the day. The misty haze gone, Birds coming out to play.
The sun has come out, Turning grey skies into blue. The rivers now sparkle, The trees look brighter too.
The sun has come out, The clouds have disappeared. Butterflies float around, And the mountains have cleared.
The sun has come out, Given me a smile on my face. I wonder how it will last, Coz sunshine's rare in this place.
Rare Sun Rays • Opuss № I