Sun - The Teacher

The sun arrived, slow in daze

Which she much awaited.

With stooped stem in haze,

She bore the weight of loss.

The moon smiled at her,

Waning was the reply.

Bees stopped buzzing

As if joining in her moan.

His rays touched her,

Making her tremble with joy.

Turning her face in his course,

She travelled along.

Long striding miles covered,

Losing gay by dawn,

Left he, in promise of return

And she stooped again.

In overnight, storm she beared,

Withered away her petals.

The next day, as he came,

The search went in fail.

Sky cried for her and the seeds,

The Brew grew from frail.

In few days, they shone,

Filling him with pride.