A Poem A Day #81

While The Sun Hums

Vibrations, rumbles,
The music is swelling.
I can hear it
If I stand beneath the sun.
Songs of summer and light
echo over the back hills,
And the trees dance
While the sun hums.
If I look too close,
I can see the yellow rays
Tell stories of history
And great battles.
They played to a low and menacing tune,
And while the sun hums,
It is a low, menacing tune.

By Catherine Joy

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