Poem to the Sun
All the cattle are resting in the fields,
The trees and the plants are growing,
The birds flutter above the marshes,
Their wings uplifted in adoration,
And all the seep are dancing,
All winged things are flying,
They live when you have shone on them.
— Ancient Egypt
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