04 January 2008

The Sun Poem by Bruce Patterson


The sun in the morning.

Like a protective mother she rises and brings warmth to everything she touches.

Artists try to harness her beauty, scientists study to find her secrets.

Every being feels more alive when she is there sad when she is shrouded by a cloud.

She leaves each day with a promise to return that is never broken.


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