Sun
Up there it stands in its glory,
Of old-time story,
A blazing ball,
All elements heed its call.
At dawn, it rises from its chamber,
Awakened from its slumber,
It emits its light,
From its utmost height.
Nature's gift for the day,
It shows us the way,
After gloom has cast its shadow,
After the night has blurred the window.
It births renewed hope,
To hearts that have gone down the slope,
The treasure of summer,
It warms the atmosphere like a steamer.
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