over the valley it lies.
He is tired of running
from mountain to mountain
never meeting a place to
lie down.
Clouds are his friend
following him in his run,
he hides in darkest moments,
or shines along the blue
skies.
Trees don't stop him or
least of all they accompany
him. When in the valley is
reaches he warms up the soil
and cold springs, to timidity
of the fragile mountain flower
grows and sways always turning
towards the great ball up
on the mountain tops.
Strong features creates the
most fantastic shadows on the
flanks of rocky hills or break
through cottony clouds to give
light at the opposite side of
the world.
Let the sun dance and freely
joyride the world at his feet
I would join him if I was a
sun myself....
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