The Sun

The Sun, shines down, upon my face,

Warming my cheek, solar solace

Makes me think what else it’s warms

In far off places, some war torn.

Where floods are raging, then there’s drought

Causing famine starves all about.

The rays are warming my breakfast up,

“English Breakfast?” Another cup!

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