Sun
When I alight from the deck
of my slumber,
and life persists to matter
You, the sprouting day,
newborn world, no noise
of fray
the first thing I wake up to
My true hope that grows anew
When vivid clouds leave the
skies and the sumptuous
twilight is up to entice
You, the sinking sun-the finale
to my frisk and fun
The highlight of what living
has been about
My needed remedy to a
niggling doubt
You are both the sunrise and
the sunset I wait for
the marvel impossible to ignore
Breathtaking, awe-inspiring;
I am the earth with sustenance
never-ending
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