Why shine you so bright
Above clouds of the deepest blue
(So dark as to be black)
Coming to cover you.
You yet brighten my room,
Faintly I feel
Warmth from your rays
Though close now was that peal
Thunder darkens the air
The old bull dog cowers
But you are still shining
Not yet taken by showers
Is it bravery? Do you laugh
The storm to scorn? But oh,
Your face is fading now
And hides from us, wet, below.
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In faded old daylight
I wrote in pencil, black and white.
What colour will you be
To the world as a tree
is to me?
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