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Quite heavy to shake off the gleam
Of the sun's presence anywhere it beams.
It shares glints of solace and humour
To faces of the earth-dwellers
That walk through its way.
Web of joy is the reward of any soul
That resides in its unseen mansion.
A serenity to sensual minds unknown.
Mysteriously evaporate the turmoil
And agony of the garment.
Sun is the greatest light that
Gives light upon the earth.
... Replete with counselling, sign,
Spectable, wonderment, emulation,
Glimmer of ornamental beauty.
Happy hearts, no more to sever
Owing to its unction, amazing grace.
Years race, months sprint, and days move.
I wish above earthly desire that sun
Glitters and flourishes like a tree
planted by the streams of water.
Celebrating its birth to mortals' abode.
It is a priceless commodity.
A warehouse of unarrived generation.
What it is is what it is:
A consecreted source of blessing and
A hope to deserted millions.
Could it hold the wordings dear?