Oh for thee, you fiery dame,
You force of nature none can tame,
Weary the bone doth ye to me
And render my limbs lame.
Twas naught and 20 years ago
Upon ye I first gazed
When heavens flames and plasma core
Amongst Earth ranked and blazed.
When in it's 1st seasons angular rotation
Earth, our home, doth spin,
Optical density for the suns penetration
Is high, so it all comes in.
At least, that, is in the south of the globe,
Which is blessed with climates, temperate,
Where sweat covered brows and temporal lobes
Your light and warmth do irritate.
Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
Yes.
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