A poem I wrote about the Sun.
The sun rises to wake the earth
First the flowers, brilliantly bright
Next the animals, big or small
The sun doesn’t care, it will wake them all
Now it’s high noon, the sun at its peak
Giving warmth and life to the weak
Now the sun sets over the far hill
Soon to cloak the world in dark
Only to rise again with a thrill
Then set again, over the far hill
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