Anonymous Norman Poet ABC

The Rising Sun

To watch the disk of life, illuminate
give birth to colors, hold dear
it speaks to my spirit, my implicate innate 
there is nothing in this world to fear
each living tree three hundred year
each year all the more to contemplate
for we are kept alive by this warmth so clear
returning forever, every year a new slate
it does not judge, it bathes you in light.
But while I enjoy summer, others will fight.

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Caroline Cécile Delacroix November 1, 2009 at 7:29 PM The sun is like God, always there. Oh, of course, I don't believe God judges either, I believe we do a pretty good of that all by ourselves, about others as well as our own self. Anyway, a very write, beautiful images brought to mind through your words. Thanks for sharing and thank you for your comments on my poem. Caroline.