At a certain point in the day
The sun levels its gaze
Right at me through the trees
I try to stay humble
And not stare back at him
But my eyes are moths
Batting against that blaze
Raying through the leaves
Of course the sun is a solar god
And must someday consume us
But meanwhile at the horizon
For an hour or so some days
He lets us look right at him
Lowering himself for us humans
As if we could be his equal
Absorbed in his tender gaze
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