The sun hangs high suspended now
like hawk about to strike its foe.
This sphere of fire has in its hour
of glory in creation's power
brushed night and darkness low.
Gone now the painted jewels on heaven's brow.
Photo by Vonderauvisuals on Wikimedia Commons
Dawn by Steve Wheeler was written in Plymouth, England and is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.
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