Patches of golden warmth
Strewn on the ground
By the Evening Sun
The bowl of light is spilling,
Spilling that shimmering substance
Through the branches and verdant canopy.
I bathe in the warmth.
I drink up the light.
Soak, sip; radiance is plentiful.
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tasty sunshine, please, come take some home