Tender sunlight bathes my face

Veins of gold run deep

A sense of power far away

The warmth urges me to sleep

While amber floods the sun-drenched fields,

An ocean tawny-red,

Torrents of light surge toward me

In the glowing waves I tread

And the gentle, firm touch

Of a broad shaft of light

Encourages the life

From the cold winter’s blight

But still I feel the sense

Of a power, far away

And the burning piece of amber

May blow up one day

The End

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