If ever you’ve seen streams of sunlight,
Like orange throes disguised as strobes of disco lights;
You’ll know they exist for birds to take flight,
To dance and sing miles above, blissfully bereft of all frights.
<p value="<amp-fit-text layout="fixed-height" min-font-size="6" max-font-size="72" height="80">Epilogue: The sun shines for you, why not dance in it?Epilogue: The sun shines for you, why not dance in it?