Good Morning, Mister Sun! How I cherish thy warm embrace,
And the gentle touch of thy radiance as you caress my eager face!
May few clouds dim your majesty as you traverse the pristine sky!
We're blessed with thy life-sustaining rays streaming from on high!
Oft' I've pondered how many times you've ascended in the east
And descended in the west! Must be trillions of times to say the least!
Ah, the many things you have witnessed since the genesis of time!
Love, strife, life itself - more than this mere poet could e'er put to rhyme!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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