The winter sun prowls low across the sky
like a timid lion stripped of power and menace
its hazy glow and feeble warmth
offering barely token comfort
for those who need its support
on cold, dark days
And yet the sun is not to blame
for its sickly subdued demeanour -
it is Mother Earth herself
who turns her back towards the star,
not with malice in her heart
but merely fairness
as she tries to share the light
among all her scattered children
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