Bright Round Ball

Bright round ball
Hanging in the sky
Glowing brilliantly
With the reflected light
Of a vanished sun
Still and silent yet
Singing to our hearts

We stop dead in our tracks
Errands and chores forgotten
Busy people passing us by
As we stand in the middle
Of a crowded parking lot
And drink in the beauty
Of that bright round ball

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