Once upon a time,
Right in the middle of the world's most beautiful garden,
A miracle had happened.
During Spring time, out of utter sunshine-
Emerged the lovliest bud so tiny and divine.
The whole world came to see,
And celebrate her incomparable beauty,
For the sight of such a bud was so unbelievable,
And so they called her the happiest miracle.
Time passed by, and the bud began to grow into a flower;
And as she blossomed, her big yellow petals spread into the sunlight;
So beautiful, they seemed to shimmer in sunshine power;
So just to embrace her daytime beauty,
People waited insanely each night-for the sun to rise.
Each day, she seemed to glow more and more;
And spread more colour than the sun itself,
People came to her, in need of light;
And she always felt beautiful if she could help.
And as she got love and praise with the passage of time,
She began to be known as 'Little Sunshine.'
But one, stormy day-
Her incompetable fate went wrong,
For in her way-some cruel hands had come along.
They plucked her from the garden as fast as they could,
Never really thinking of whether or not they should.
And now Little Sunshine lies in a room so dark-
Enclosed with four walls,
And all she desires is a little sunshine-
Just a little bit after all.
For she has lost her own shine,
Neither she can give, nor she can get;
Her once beautiful yelllow shade is fading before time,
Been replaced by colourless sorrow and regret.
The humans can speak, but flowers cannot;
And so she lay still in the darkness,
Missing the good old times-
When she could define happiness.
Her petals are drying but she cannot die, scream or speak for herself;
Every single second, she can only internally cry;
And wait for the misery to end-
For nobody can actually help.
And so this is the fate of Little Sunshine,
To always remain desperate for just a little bit of sunshine,
And so this story ends how it isn't supposed to be,
Yes, that Little Sunshine is me.
Thank you.
(2012)
Right in the middle of the world's most beautiful garden,
A miracle had happened.
During Spring time, out of utter sunshine-
Emerged the lovliest bud so tiny and divine.
The whole world came to see,
And celebrate her incomparable beauty,
For the sight of such a bud was so unbelievable,
And so they called her the happiest miracle.
Time passed by, and the bud began to grow into a flower;
And as she blossomed, her big yellow petals spread into the sunlight;
So beautiful, they seemed to shimmer in sunshine power;
So just to embrace her daytime beauty,
People waited insanely each night-for the sun to rise.
Each day, she seemed to glow more and more;
And spread more colour than the sun itself,
People came to her, in need of light;
And she always felt beautiful if she could help.
And as she got love and praise with the passage of time,
She began to be known as 'Little Sunshine.'
But one, stormy day-
Her incompetable fate went wrong,
For in her way-some cruel hands had come along.
They plucked her from the garden as fast as they could,
Never really thinking of whether or not they should.
And now Little Sunshine lies in a room so dark-
Enclosed with four walls,
And all she desires is a little sunshine-
Just a little bit after all.
For she has lost her own shine,
Neither she can give, nor she can get;
Her once beautiful yelllow shade is fading before time,
Been replaced by colourless sorrow and regret.
The humans can speak, but flowers cannot;
And so she lay still in the darkness,
Missing the good old times-
When she could define happiness.
Her petals are drying but she cannot die, scream or speak for herself;
Every single second, she can only internally cry;
And wait for the misery to end-
For nobody can actually help.
And so this is the fate of Little Sunshine,
To always remain desperate for just a little bit of sunshine,
And so this story ends how it isn't supposed to be,
Yes, that Little Sunshine is me.
Thank you.
(2012)
