The sun stays with me all day now.
His present energy seems so bright compared to the beleaguered guise he wears in winter.
Instead of rising reluctantly, only to quickly retreat to his nighttime den beyond the mountains--
He bursts triumphant at 6am each morn, and doesn't retire til 10pm
A day's heat and light and life brought,
A day's sticky sweat and garden growth and summer swim's retreat accomplished,
A day's rollercoaster rides and farmer grunt work and road construction and picnic play overseen.
And while I said I'd have no favorites,
because of you, oh precious star,
Summer is the one.
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