Ode to the Sun

Oh sun you are so pretty,

when you spread your wings across the city.

You look so majestic up in the sky, as I pass you by. 

Sadly, the daytime does not last long at  this time of year,

you will soon leave us, I fear.

If  I knew you would be back tomorrow,

then my heart would not be filled with such sorrow.

But alas, your presence cannot be foreseen,

which is just obscene.

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But saying that, I wouldn't have it any other way,

because when you do appear, that's a wondrous day.