Solar return

Once again the king is on the throne.
The human nature revolves around light.
Everything's full of spring and sunlight,
With rays stroking green leaves gently.
The Sun runs a carriage
And crosses borders of any country,
Bringing joy and new ideas.
 
Inspiration is weaven out of golden rays
That tremble and flare like flags
Above the palace of the soul.
 
The music is loud as the king is back,
And all the flowers bend gracefully
Under soft and transparent spring
Sun glowing.
 
The rays of freedom
And pure joy
Touch the whole world again.


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