When I was a child, <br />New and unmolded, <br />Tomorrow glistened with dew, <br />A spinning kaleidoscope <br />Of life. <br /> <br />As the world revolved, <br />I became cold <br />In the darkness; <br />Frightened of the false <br />Promises, I had believed <br />So strongly. <br /> <br />Breaking the ice <br />Is not easy, <br />It melts so slow. <br />But a planet revolves <br />About me, and I can feel <br />The sunshine.<br /><br />Sandra Osborne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sunshine/
