The Sun Shines O'er All

A poem about unity

 

Gather ‘round my children,

For you see

 

The Sun shines o’er all.

 

From the leaping frog

To the horse’s stall.

 

Yes, the Sun shines everywhere.

 

Above snowy mountain tops

And canyons bare.

 

Her warmth is felt wherever you go.

 

Upon the farmer’s crops

And in the noisy borough.

 

Then children must not the tribal man and the pilgrim

Stand in unity?

Author's Note

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