Shadows

RHYTHM IN OUR SEASONS

80 RHYTHM IN OUR SEASONS If the dry season it be, Then darkness shies away by mid morning With faint rays of dawn, like toddlers, Moving in with unsure steps. At last, sure that darkness has receded, They summon in their master, The tropical sun, to thaw away Traces of the morning dew, footprints of darkness. The day attains maturity With the sun directly overhead, But nothing lasts forever; The beautiful sun’s brief death Commences from its throne overhead as It begins its descent into the grave. Gradually it is deprived of both Its heat and luminaries And then darkness sets in, But before it can itself establish in power, The rays of dawn would such hopes dash. And so the cycle continues But darkness is the more aggressive As there are times when to Destroy the brilliance of the sun’s Activities, it unleashes rain; Hence the African rainy season. But not even the rain Remains forever; it stops after Exhausting itself and there again Is the dry season. ...