The sunrise lays its beauty across the sky,
The wind steadily sways an ash tree nearbye,
The radiant sunlight makes joy to all around,
Even the mice, squirrels, cats and hounds.
(I know, not my best poem but I made it quickly)
The sunrise lays its beauty across the sky,
The wind steadily sways an ash tree nearbye,
The radiant sunlight makes joy to all around,
Even the mice, squirrels, cats and hounds.
(I know, not my best poem but I made it quickly)
The warm vibrant sun,
Out to bring more fun,
Heating the earth and its people with warmth,
And the previous cold is not mourned.
I stand there, wind knocked out of me.
In front of me: his majesty.
Quickly I bow as not to anger,
And the king raises his hand to keep order.
The room falls silent,
The solar eclipse,
On a day where cold nips
The sun half covered
By the moon which hovered
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