A ray of sun light stretches out to keep us warm.
It enfolds the hill tops giving them strength.
the clouds are Enslaved with the suns lash and whip and the moon is thrown behind it.
the wind is a companion ripping the trees from
their roots making a bloody mess.
the rain is not safe here, it falls like daggers from the skies red hands.
The sun moves fast and quick following you,
chopping shadows and light bulbs,
leaving plug covers on in the Hospital.
The clouds roar in undercover,
making sun protectants seem less useful
on the red faces of inconspicuous sun bathers.
but the yellow fever will get you.