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The Essence of Sun
Born among stars, for a star, too, am I
A scion of the Earth and the star-filled sky
Helios, my name, called by ancient ones
Stardust clings as I am now called The Sun
My essence is of sea waves at high tide
or, as they gently kiss shore, then collide
The hills share portions of the mystery
as they will often bend and kiss the sea
The wind whispers as it calls my real name
It scatters ice crystals where snow lays claim
The gardens of flowers, fruits and leafed trees
Mix with scent of honey, the bees to please
I know night and day under lilac skies
Dawn to Sunset I am time as it flies
All are my essence, born of older time
Now grown wiser, I see life as a vine.
My essence is regal, it carried me far
From my beginning as but a small star
I know these things: life is fragile at best
Seeing each new sunrise can give us rest
Copyright ©
Ann Peck
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