The Sun

The hot summer suns always shining on the fun times of the people running jumping as they climb to the top of whatevers left of the bright light at the end of the tunnel. Tho the rocks start to cave in and youre feeling tired near the days end you have to keep moving keep picking up your feet to show that you will not accept defeat as an answer to a journey you've only just begun. So look up, thank the sun for bringing you a new day.

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