April 7, 2008
Let your bright golden rays shine down on me,
just as all the children cry out and sing.
Enjoy its light so immense for all to see.
When morn bears the sun, happiness will ring.
It warms my skin and touches my soul,
as the sun rises it also brings life.
I looked up and see God's light to the world.
When the sun sets it cuts through like a knife,
the deeper it sets the greater the pain,
for the day is done when the sone does leave.
It's beauty stored in my memory's frame,
though life and light are gone we still believe,
no matter the location east or west,
Earth will awake at the end of sun's rest.

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