The Whispering Sun Poem by Jon Payne

The Whispering Sun



At dawn, the whispering sun rises..
Beams of light jittering across the land..
Temperature rising slowly..
Such a sight is so grand..

Reaching noon now,
Warmth growing smooth,
Till the whole picture bursts..
Not sure if it's the first.

The explosive glare..
Disintegrates all..
Till nothing remains..
Yesterday's the same.

Then the whispering sun sets,
As if today didn't exist,
Into the west,
With no one left to witness it's beauty.

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