Sun Shower

Returning to a short sleep,
I served for another year.

My sister awakens warmth,
I am not without a heart.

She knows I often take time,
so slow to let the North go.

Before sleep, we often talk,
I do get carried away.

My sister knows it is time,
before sleep, a naughty smile.

She and I are creative,
we produce a sun shower.

Returning to dreams and sleep,
see you soon, my sister Spring.