Our Planet Poem by Helen Crutchett

The ink black sky slumbering
Like some huge beast in hibernation
Slowly shakes off its sleep
Stirs, then quickens to life
Like a baby in its mother's womb
The steady rhythmic miracle unfolds
The final birth pang delivering
A premature sun ~

The dark curtain slowly draws back
Like a veil from a bride's face
Revealing her exquisite beauty
The sun starts her fiery dance
Beating like some giant heart
Giving life to our Earth ~

Suckling mother sun
Drawing endlessly the milk of plenty
We warm our beings over
The hearth of Ra bathed in the
Bold radiance of infinite fullness ~

The mantle of darkness soon surrounds
Descending to the waiting horizon
Our sun pays homage to her favourite Planet
Gives a final wave and disappears ~

Helen Crutchett