Sunlight through a glass,
sunlight through a glass,
oh, how beautiful is the light,
in its subtleties and its qualities,
and how integral it is to you and me,
light,
and all the colours of the universe,
now, where would we be with only one colour to see,
and oh, how boring it would be,
but I prefer this wonderful variation before me,
that brightens the mood,
and that fills you with cheer,
and how glorious and magnificent it is,
and how fascinating it is how the light bends through,
and spreads its palette before me,
and how wonderfully it spreads the light,
in all directions, and in all its glories,
filling my vision with the colours from the sun,
that pass before my eyes,
leaving me wondering what a world would be,
like in permanent dark,
leaving me wondering,
for a moment,
but that thought it only leaves me,
with the reality and sighs,
so, a world in permanent dark is not for me,
not for me I surmise,
for I would rather be,
looking at all the colours in all their glories,
all their glories before me,
and I look at the glass and the light bending through,
and how incredible the light is that travels from the sun,
and through the heavens and the skies,
and how beautiful is the light,
that bends and shifts its way through the glass,
that sits there before my eyes.