Cry of Sun

Darkness covered, leaves falling He's in pain, anger and sad Clouds, black in touch, appearing He hid behind, as he's in bad. Soon tears'll fall, pelting low Solace to some, discord to others. Don't try to console, for he'll throw Strikes of lightning, sound of thunders. Only places of his like Get wet with his tears. He send puff of black To not put us in *****. Maybe lonliness, may be unbearness Of burning and ruling. Without he Earth'll be Byrons words to truthfulness Icy cold, Fiery land and life will flee.