The sun is in transit
It’ll write a new script.
Along with the cold
Let all the odds exit!
We know how the sun
Makes everything run.
From a grass blade to
The galaxies, it’s all fun!
Let’s show our gratitude
To this body of altitude
For inundating all of us
With his benign beatitude!
We gather back manifold
It’s a story, always re-told.
Don’t you ever hold back
Behold, we need to be bold!
With blessings from .
Papa aka Nana
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