Sun

Late in the day
as the evening sun sinks away
i take in my stroll.
Lingering long in natures grace,
i go to seek a clear view
high amid the clouds
where Heavan and Earth Meet.
And I soar freely
amid
this grandure
and
galore

Breathing in a fresh mist
of summer air
into my body.
It seems to flow,
down into the dephts
of my soul.
It is then and there
i know.
Why my days are blessed
with
Heavans' glow

Soothing summer winds
come flowing down
from the sound.
Of golden delight trinkles
of time.
As I turn
making my way
home.
I am blessed once more.
By feeling,
evening sun

going

Down

Evening Sun

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