Poems About the Sun by New Members

Though the morning is always a time of labour, I find a sort of beauty in it's stillness.

Loathing the hour I have to wake, yet appreciating it's lonely magnificence.

The stars, moon, and sky work in tandem to paint a picture more vivid than any dream could wish to be. It's message clear too, shouting to all who gaze upon the morn sky;

"Our glamour far outmatches your futile attempts to recreate the Universe and all it's intricacy."

Your patience is rewarded however, for if you wait, the true splendor of the early hours is revealed.
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Though the morning is always a time of labour, I find a sort of beauty in it's stillness.

Loathing the hour I have to wake, yet appreciating it's lonely magnificence.

The stars, moon, and sky work in tandem to paint a picture more vivid than any dream could wish to be. It's message clear too, shouting to all who gaze upon the morn sky;

"Our glamour far outmatches your futile attempts to recreate the Universe and all it's intricacy."

Your patience is rewarded however, for if you wait, the true splendor of the early hours is revealed.
...

Though the morning is always a time of labour, I find a sort of beauty in it's stillness.

Loathing the hour I have to wake, yet appreciating it's lonely magnificence.

The stars, moon, and sky work in tandem to paint a picture more vivid than any dream could wish to be. It's message clear too, shouting to all who gaze upon the morn sky;

"Our glamour far outmatches your futile attempts to recreate the Universe and all it's intricacy."

Your patience is rewarded however, for if you wait, the true splendor of the early hours is revealed.
...

Though the morning is always a time of labour, I find a sort of beauty in it's stillness.

Loathing the hour I have to wake, yet appreciating it's lonely magnificence.

The stars, moon, and sky work in tandem to paint a picture more vivid than any dream could wish to be. It's message clear too, shouting to all who gaze upon the morn sky;

"Our glamour far outmatches your futile attempts to recreate the Universe and all it's intricacy."

Your patience is rewarded however, for if you wait, the true splendor of the early hours is revealed.
...