Crawling in the Sun, a timid soul's endeavor, Through golden rays, a journey to uncover. In the vast expanse, where shadows are undone, A fragile heart seeks solace, beneath the burning sun.
Each step, a whisper, on the path unknown, Where dreams and hopes intertwine, where seeds are sown. With every stride, courage blooms, like flowers in bloom, As the timid soul dances, dispelling all gloom.
The warmth of the sun, a gentle caress, Ignites a fire within, a newfound finesse. In its radiant embrace, fears begin to fade, And the timid soul finds strength, no longer afraid.
With each passing moment, a transformation takes place, From crawling to soaring, with grace and with grace. The sun's gentle touch, a catalyst for change, As the timid soul learns to embrace the strange.
No longer confined by shadows of doubt, The timid soul finds freedom, breaking out. In the brilliance of the sun, it finds its own way,
Crawling no more, but basking in the sun's ray.
So let us remember, when darkness clouds our sight, That even the timid can find strength in the light. For in the sun's warm glow, we all have the power, To crawl, to rise, and to bloom like a flower.
© thekennyadetule