The day was gray
The clouds, a blanket that keeps us cold
Multidimensional colors of nature
Subdued all to drab
There was a patch of sunlight
Illuminated the wood pile and the surrounding strong sunflowers
(They called on their namesake)
By the time these words hit the paper, he was gone
A fleeting moment in a gray day
Reminding all life he's still there
(He's over the neighbors' house now!)
It sums up our existence
Still a sun behind a cloud, happiness in a mess
Today is September 11.
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