The Setting SunA Poem by Jayne sumnerabout nature and timelessness The sun sets...fiery red... Birds and sticks...and muddy trails... Water with living organisms... Once blank... Now formed... Natural walls... Glorious mountains... The Setting Sun... Knows not... The problems of Us Humans... Only knows... Its part... In the Grand Plan... Of emotionless Earth...
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