How does thy sun sparkle with fierce fire rays?
Diamonds compare nothing, thou art ever bright
Touching down from above flowers she lays
Heat waves spreading over to your touch at night
And crickets chirping, gently breezing leaves
Torrid sunshine bringing parallel compute
Dog woods blowing, twitter pated beings
Reaching down over me, I see bliss take root
Surely the wet monsoons breathing thy air
Ravish this Earth encircle all, impassion’d
Blissfully thy light showing all you care
Flourish away Summer, I’ve become captiv’d
Days of summer love gone, feelings they melt
Ever 'gan staying, there in my heart felt
About the Creator
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