Sun
Burning hot ember,
Blazing bright flame,
Blinding white beauty,
Puts our light to shame;
Hovering high,
Sinking down low,
Traveling at speed,
Yet still moving slow;
Waking at dawn,
Sleeping at night,
There and then gone,
Dark and then light;
Burning hot ember,
Blazing bright flame,
The son of a star,
And sun is thy name.
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