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”
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