I found the old sun
setting in a sycamore leaf
tired and resting on the sod
"How are you?" I asked
as politely as I could
knowing that her day was done
knowing that she crossed
the whole worried world
carrying with her a warmth so bless'd
"All is well" said she
with a whisper and a sigh
"'tis cool, and now I can rest"
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