Tears of the Sun

Tears of the Sun Rarely does she stand, watching the clouds take their leave The white clouds hurrying after the dark The day growing gloomy like faces that grieve The sky hastening to wear her garment of lilac Yet she stands, in her dimmed eyes watching As the winds become restive From zephyr to monsoon, now storming Segments of nature become disruptive A wonder, a miracle, an omen Which is which that this day bewitch? O men and women Masters of wizards and witches Ponder no plunder for wars leave the earth bald Deserts feast on the soul of earth Summers, winters and seasons may never abide Forgiveness wears the crown of hate East, west, south and north bear the ears of fears Come the day the earth behold “the tears of the sun”