Bright sun shines,
in the blue sky.
Ebony figures,
get burnt to sienna.
On the land below,
stray fingers of life,
struggle to burst forth from seeds.
Fumes of incinerated mud,
putrid to the senses.
A couple of flowers burn to smoke,
letting out a gasp of fragrance;
that falls like death.
Heat - radiating, swirling.
burning, bright sun.
One whisper of rain,
One breath of cloud
Life will return,
to the vastness of plains,
the sun knows it's death is planned.
And brightly the sun shines,
until the clouds
bring solace it its thirst.
Quenches and dies.
2/4/2002
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