My master, the sun

I am a slave to the sun
the one when spring has just begun
the one with mellow, golden light
the one just before evening turns into night

The one with its intoxicating warmth
that affects not only body but heart
the one that makes you stop and think
and makes you believe that you can never sink

The one with its light so pure and sweet
you almost forget about its obliterating heat
the one that makes the flowers grow
steady, sure, but oh so slow.

The one that makes you want to sing
the birds salute to the sun is a sure sign of spring
the light within me might decrease
but the golden sun will forever bring me peace.

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