The golden ball of fire,
Shines atop in fury
The sky blows in ecstasy,
Browning the earth’s verdure.
The forests are flooded
With bright sparks of light
The trees chase their shadows
And, await the fiery plight
Then, time passes slowly,
Sunset mellows the heat
Hiding behind the horizon,
Only, to next day, repeat.
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