The Sun......
When the sun rises from behind the mountain,
It chases away the gloom,
The rays coloured a yellow-orange,
With tints of pink and blue.
The sun makes dew drops sparkle,
And gets me out of bed,
It then rises higher,
Come noon it's overhead.
But all too soon I see the sun,
Going, going downwards,
Down it goes, it seems to run,
At last it vanishes.......
When the sun rises from behind the mountain,
It chases away the gloom,
The rays coloured a yellow-orange,
With tints of pink and blue.
The sun makes dew drops sparkle,
And gets me out of bed,
It then rises higher,
Come noon it's overhead.
But all too soon I see the sun,
Going, going downwards,
Down it goes, it seems to run,
At last it vanishes.......
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