Bien Vista 06: Sun

In cold and ignorance. I wept for its depart. How cold! How cold! It did intend to break my heart. And standing still, and seeing all last rays be gone; That made all clouds to paint a crimson sketch aloft. 'Twas once a pleasant morning, with the blazing sun; That rose like golden jewel, up to his behoof. All creatures loved its golden broom when sweeping dirt; Bestowed upon this weak and weary, dreary Earth. Indeed, I even want its kiss and warm embrace This warm shall stay as pinkish red; tinctured my face And unexpectedly, it hurt; amidst its heat Then gradually, it started leaving me. Set off-- In cold and ignorance. I wept for its depart. How cold! How cold! It did intend to break my heart. And standing still, and seeing all last rays be gone; That made all clouds to paint a crimson sketch aloft. Say! Tears! Weep! Goof! Goof! Goof!