Appearance of the Sun

Days, weeks, and months no condensation Months, weeks, and days evaporation The dry dusty meadows has given up faith To the minors who covered with water play in gait Even the plants leaves are upright Always waiting for the night Women during heat gossips call the children to shade Farmers, arms at an akimbo, look at the harm the sun had made Sacrifices had been made but their god answer not Workaholic peasants go to the farm and come back without a nut They look at their past for taboos or a great sin They find nothing the priest says the gods has nothing The sun continues to punish there bare foot till it cuts They sweat till sun dries it, their body then becomes forts