Filtering the Sun

If I could do one thing,

One impossible thing,

I'd fly up to the sky,

And filter the sunlight.

I'd filter out all the bad things

From the sunlight,

All the things that make the sunlight seem...

Sad, on certain occasions,

Angry on others.

I'd filter them out

And leave only happy sunlight,

Calm, warm sunlight.

Comforting sunlight.

So the whole world would be

The perfect place

To bask in the sunshine.

The End

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