Her laughter wafts
Into the room
Dark shadows held at bay
To run behind closed doors
And take cover
Light comes to touch
These flowerets awake
That look up to greet the sun
Morning dew is gone
Dried up on blades of grass
She sings a song
Of a lovely morn
When the rainbow crossed the sky
To bid her well
She presents her with a smile
The day is gay
Filled with bright thoughts
She hums a merry tune
Happiness with a dance
Queen Sunbeam drives away my gloom
-jara-
(c. 2012)