Poem: Bowl of Suns

Window light’s dusty beams fall

on a bowl of fruit.

Girl raises her eyes to ask,

Where are they from?’

apples, oranges, bananas.

So we talk of sun, soil, rain,

seeds, sprouts, trees,

harvest, haul and market.

Girl looks at the bowl

with new eyes and declares—

‘It’s a bowl full of suns!’

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