It looked to me

as if the sun

had to fight its way with its rays

to reach the earth that it warms.


There was a battle in the sky

and the clouds were reluctant to yield

and for a time held their ground

though there was no ground to hold.


But at last it came to pass

that the sun won.


The clouds will regroup

and they’ll be back —

you can be sure of that.

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