Sun of Sun.

And now,
Beauty blooms.
Limp leaves,
Hanging like velvet,
On proud branches.
Still yellow with youth.
Camply lagging,
In the breeze,
Of a spring morning.
And now,
Rose tinted sun,
Spread on the ground,
Fanning profound,
Harsh shapes,
On an unholy grey,
Concrete urban floor.
Sun of sun,
Come down.
Drench me in warm,
And crystal air.