Becky Lee The sun as it basked in your hair would shimmer like a brand new copper penny, and the light in your eyes glowed like a firefly’s captured wonder. The sun still rises in a shimmer in your hair and through the years the wonder flowed as music through your fingers to soothe a restless soul. So spread your wings and fly chase your rainbows; feel the wind in your hair, and never forget no one can take the sun from you. january 2005 ©Janet Reid
