Lungs of Sun

They called forth the sun,
and in their hands a phoenix formed.
And they whispered quietly
in awe,
“Sunlight, but it’s alive.”

Living among the leaves,
feathers falling, filtering down,
scratching your back
with claws
dripping bloody warmth.

Fingers sliding up
the scaly spine of a snake
lying on the rocks.

Its butterfly wings of sun rays
flutter your cheeks in pixie dust freckles,
falling along the ray’s body
as it glides in the water.

Sunlight, but it's alive,
spitting out smiles
and fireworks of wonder and cordiality.