As I sit down I stare in awe at the ageless Sun, she sits up there like she never left.
I marvel at the masterpiece of the creator, the priceless gift to mankind.
I look in amazement as she smiles on flora
and fauna, on the opulent and indigent, young and senile, on black and white. She does not discriminates as she covers everyone under her fortress.
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I marvel at the masterpiece of the creator, the priceless gift to mankind. I look in amazement as she smiles on flora This poem is a real meditation on the creator's art. great poem indeed.. thank u dear poet. tony
Seasons come and go, meaningful