Nature’s brat
They call him the sun
From the moment he rises
Till he is done
Brightening the world with a glorious day
Come out! Come out! Lets bask and play
You who fly, You who crawl
Big cat, Small cat, One and all
Sneaking in past eaves
Voyeur through the leaves
Dancing off dust mites
Causing shadow fights
O that warm sensuous feeling
Shine and glisten whilst getting some healing
And when he’s done riding the sky
He breaks open the palette for a final goodbye
Leaving the world in his trance
Yearning for morning for one more dance
Nature’s puppeteer
They call him the sun

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