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December
1975
Sun
Slowly
the sun rose above the wood
Turning
black to gold
It
shone with a bright white light
That
was almost cold
Up
it went higher, higher, yet still higher
It
seemed to be talking
"Wake
up my wood and my world
Wake
up my children"
In
the middle of the day at its peak
It
turned the seed to flower
With
a bright light that warmed the world
Shining
with great power
Now
it set a-red as if it were on fire
Turning
gold to red
Now
it turned the trees to blazing torches
As
it went to sleep
Alternate
for last line:
And now it went to bed