The Sun was bright and white peaking through my oak tree from the corner of my eyes taking smiling chances... streaming past leaves on all the branches.
It moved down hiding behind from yellow to gold till its glow of orange hit the tips of green like holiday lights from another season.
It hung around chatting with a band of clouds showing me how it could gently coax that tree to sleep as if it had no other reason.
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