The Herald

The rising Sun heralds the day

It sets the world a-flutter

It stretches out its golden hands

Its rays as warm as butter

With a breath it stirs the Earth

And wakes the slumb’ring creatures

Light fills each and every wrinkle

Illuming her features

 

As day goes on, its rays grow harsh

And crack the arid earth

Its scorching heat calls end to joy

And cuts short shows of mirth

The Sun beats down without remorse

And shrivels wasting bodies

Its light is glaring, unforgiving

Gentle beams turned gaudy

 

Then, at last, Dusk comes along

To send him on his way

And so he leaves us once again

To come another day

And all is quiet, all is still

We pray that he comes back

For we know that without him

There would be naught but black

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