The refreshing light of the sun,
Laid it's rays on me,
While I hiked-up the mountain,
For my morning run.
These rays warmed me,
As I acknowledged their presence.
Their shape I felt that I could see,
A bright balloon of light.
The ebullience of the sun,
Turned on the lights of heaven,
Yet on earth with it's golden sprinkles,
Heaven's job was done.
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