Bundles of Sun

The first lights of dawn bounce off the stain glass windows of the freshly painted white crisp church. Voices flow out and through the door harmonizing with the wind, greeted with paper airplanes and children's laughter. A painter in the park contemplates the canvas before him, how does one paint love? The baker hums the song of a mockingbird as he prepares for the day ahead, the mailman hops down the street playing with the children laughing till their stomachs fiercely hurt. The old little woman sits on a porch swing smiling as souls sail past her. She picked up a golden basket woven with precision. "Ma'am what is in the basket?" inquired a young girl with as many freckles as stars in the sky. "Bundles of sunshine" The old women grinned. "Take it and be the sun and warmth in someone's life for we as humans tend to walk in confidence while some cower in the dark brambles of life's most painful thorns" the old wise soul whispered. The young girl stood in awe, as she walked away she could not peel her eyes off the bundle of sun. The old women sighed of comfort as she watched the young child walk away with hope.