Sister sun
Brother moon,
It's the summer
Of early June.
Winged across
Spears of thought,
Rainbow flush
Brought to us.
It's for you too
Light our mind,
Of colors true
Our eyes may find.
Sea of touch
That comes around,
That means so much
As lost is found.
Sister sun
Brother moon,
All these showings
Are in tune.
Peter S. Quinn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sister-sun-brother-moon/
