The Sun

A Day passes by

The bright light up so high

Far away, but still so close

White, yellow, red, you decide

The East at crack of Dawn

In the South, sunlight warms the ground

The West promises Dusk to life

Makes way for Night’s light

A day passes, you hear?

Weeks, months, years

A day will always appear

Shadows respect the golden light

Always away, but never uptight

The Sun warms our way

~ Ravie

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