For The Times You Will Need Them

If ever the sun shines like gold air smells of unknown happiness tightly them in a bottle hold secure in your safest place. When hits you the roughest wave a patch of shore you badly need bring them out from where you saved take off the lid for a spoonful feed. If ever shines a passing light forget not to store it well in times of living through darkest night take off the lid in it revel. When hits you life's toughest phase in the raging storm can't find your way delve within to reach that place where the bottled sun you stored away.