Feeling the Sunshine, Spring 2020
An EHS Student Special Feature Publication
Versions of Sunshine
by Ziyah Johnston
“Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face”
This way of light is by no means a disgrace.
The treacherous trudge through sand and debris,
Is something quite common between you and me.
The Physical Graffiti that lay upon walls,
Is a way to signal the withdrawals.
To make something useful from the sea,
Is a skill nurtured by what is seen.
But we all at some point, have to agree,
That the green thing at the end of a branch is indeed a leaf.
“Don’t let the sun go down on me”
Said the Caribou as well as the tree.
Why can’t we all just help each other out?
Even when the sun leaves a drought.
The search of finding yourself, then seeing somebody else,
Is lit by the sunshine, then put on the shelf.
“Here Comes the Sun”
should we not be having fun?
You may wander down an Abbey Road,
But the sun above will assure you will not be slowed.
It shines a light upon us all,
No matter how many times one is convinced of the fall.
No matter if you, me, or them is blue,
It only takes a couple steps towards sunlight to feel true.
Drowning in sorrow, or thriving in success,
It would be wise to look up and obsess.
That scorching and bright yellow star,
Will provide all that is needed for something like a guitar.
People before and after us will be enamored by sun,
So believe when I say, you are surely not the only one.