She is my bird of sun,
My day cannot begin before she rises.
All ensuing acts and compromises,
The very precious fabric it comprises,
Have only now begun.
At her point of peak
Her radience delights this panorama.
Her grace distills achievement from raw drama,
She blends her unique recipe of karma
With elegant mystique.
Through everything that has been,
She's effortlessly ridden on the breeze
Like a simple dhow upon the rolling seas.
She rests again, high in the mighty trees,
Until a new dawn heralds her reprise
And my sunbird sets the scene.
