Celestial

The sun rises quietly,
filters through green leaves,
feeds and refreshes
with tenderness.

At noon,
it beats down past bearing,
burns and purges,
sweats clean.

At dusk,
it sets in blood,
releases us for now
to rest.

At midnight,
it reflects on us as we sleep,
sends bright dreams
of rising again.

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