LIFE IN VERSE

Truest Trust

The clear sky with only the sun,
Makes you joyful, seems like fun; 
As if the sun's so happy, it beams,
Maybe to make the pebbles shine like diamonds in streams.

But have you just ever wondered,
That maybe the sun feels guilty of letting the clouds be murdered,
What if the light isn't because it's happy—
Maybe it shrieks with pain because it's lonely.

When it's cloudless you exclaim, "How beautiful is today!
Sure let's go out and play!"
And while you shout in excitement, the sun is still in pain
Crying over why it let them rain

Perhaps all the water around,
Recalling it's vow, recognizing the sound,
Decides to go up, back to it's former company,
And to the sun's soul, it's presence becomes honey.

While we on the ground moan,
The sun is in peace and no more alone;
We carry our umbrella, pull the covers over our bag ,
While the sun plays Hide & Seek, maybe also Tag.

On the countryside, a farmer cries—
Prays for rain so no more of his crop dies,
The water realizes it had forgotten it's duty,
As it couldn't think of anything but the sun's beauty.

"I have to bring the plant out of its seed,
A job, an order I must heed.
But I love you, so I will do my share,"
Thus begins the sun's despair.

Though the sun will wail and cry,
It keeps shining, do you know why?
It knows the water promised,
And that the sun is also being missed.

Now the water is on the land,
Absorbed between the particles of the sand;
Brooding over the sun's absence,
Dreaming of its warmth and essence.

Then not able to bear anymore,
From the lake, river and shore;
Up rises the water,
To pay a visit to its truthful lover.

And thus all of it continues,
Love here never changes its shades and hues,
Just so beautiful, just so intense;
We can never understand, never in our right sense.