WHY THE SUN SMILES
Every morning just before the sun
Breaks the dawn into day with her golden fingers
She smiles, she smiles but no one knows why
It's all beautiful, the sun, her smiles, the morning brightness
And the glitter of flowers that captivates our wits all afternoon
And then, in the evening, the sun sets and
In the fading glory of her once golden fingers
She takes with her into the high heavens
Another day of our existence and
A little tiny part of us, that can never be reclaimed
Returning us to the universe in bits and
Drawing us all closer to our sure end.
The sun's job done, she returns in the morning
To once again smile that smile.
Deep
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