Out of the scorching pain the sun had brought.
The sun, life-giving, was destructive then,
But now smiles down. Of course it's very hot,
But not as much as when the day was dead.
Some warmth is needed - we live on the edge
Between a boil and a freeze. It's said
We teeter ever closer on the ledge
To falling over - but we have not yet,
And so I joy to see the heat recede
Again into this state where we are set
Just in our niche. Now let us feed
Upon the cool hot air as best we can
Before the heat returns us to the ban.
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