looms the sun
as blossoms bloom, looms the sunsprouts the weeds and
comes the rain.
a tree grows.
it sits.
it grows.
a sun arises into our sight,
gently fades away,
night.
a pale circle,
soft light in a distance.
we see the coming
and going.
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