Hour 8 – Light Cycles

Finger intertwined, arms outstretch 
gossamer sleeves and golden hooded gowns
you rise above the plains, the meadow
then dip below and kiss the beau
who wakes the bride
to watch your glorious radiance
alight the morning sky

Minutes pass as your reach higher
more radiant with each passing moment
cheer and play swarm under
winged insects bathe and delight
in the warmth and glow you provide
as you give your all across the land
for each living thing to grow and thrive 

Then as you tire and wane a bit
your youthful souls fall adrift
while gravity pulls you toward the earth
daffodils bow their heads,
theatrics and watercolors in the sky unite
the mantis rest their head
stars await their entrance, suspended in flight

Your life you gave for the glorious day
to illuminate the lost along the way
nurture the creatures, the being, the moss
giving hope to souls who once felt lost
and now your time to rest has come
and in the morning dispell the night 
and wake us with your morning light






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