Summer's Play
What does the Sun do when we can't see?
Every time that She leaves
it feels like forever!
but when She returns,
bringing life and light and joy,
it's like She never left
except for this here boy.
i know i'm just a toy;
Sun's got lovers everywhere.
but i will not play coy
when i need Her, i can share.
the Sun is made for fun
(brutality is not the intent).
She spins me fine as wine
and i don't ask where She went.
i've never really cared
to note the places that She sleeps
or ask Her how She fared
while i, Her lonely vigil, keep.
if only i could reach the heights
survive the Arctic's frozen nights
(although it sounds like a bummer)
i'd go to where She stays to play
(or at least in the summer)
and feel Her kiss for endless day.
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