The ebb and flow of so many emotions — There’s a face
That greets me every evening,
Sometimes he’s full,
Sometimes, just a hangnail
Shyly peeking over the hills, And at times half a pie,
Illuminating the heavens,
A beacon in the sky. Rain or shine,
He’s always there,
Someone you can count on. Sometimes he’s
The color of custard,
Sometimes…