The sunny day brought rays with the strength to shine through curtains as easily as forest leaves.
The sunny day was the open sky, the birdsong and the backtop as warm as mama's soul-hug.
Upon this sunny day, amid the bonny waving winds, crepuscular visions evaporated into white and brilliant cloud, there comes real space for dreaming.
As if lightning had blossomed into the most steady of comforting glows, comes the sunny day.
Sunny day come cradle the baby of my heart, so that I can dream as I once did in my mama's arms.
Sunny day of amber bosom come blossom in my soul, for these rays feed my sweetest self.