Its Warmth
Its warmth
One must acknowledge the kindness,
of the king of the heavenly bodies,
to it light its speaks, in which we are pleased.
Spreading its bedsheets around us,
not allowing our house to drip in ice,
nor our essence shivering.
Of its favorite months,
it spreads its wings,
silently around their shoulder.
It rains its glorious gift,
showing it before the 1st hour of the day,
the magnificent branches.
Its fading lights am blinded by.
A perfect role model.
Its citizens needs to walk on its lane.
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