Sun-lit, by George Chow
By the Son of Suns sup in the mid air.
The only choice to make is to on its way.
To a place in which time is power by serene.
The shadow only in the moment of perpetual roots.
Then the Son takes his time declare the truth.
The flesh bare under the Sun light.
Cover by the colors of the rays and flights.
The time is bright and open mind.
Thinking and thoughts are acceptable.
The way is focus and for us to mind one.
In a fresh and breeze sight.
The Son then finishes his act.
Until death is a tragic for another miracle by the true Sun-lit.