
The sun touches golden grass
in a certain way.
Same sun, same grass every day,
yet different.
Tall trees draw water from Mother Earth
then store Father Sun in dark green leaves.
Same sun, same trees every day,
yet different.
The sun touches each of us
in a certain way.
Same sun, same beings every day
yet different.
© 2026 Bruno Talerico
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