The Rising Sun Poem by Daniel Mentor

Here comes the sun rising from the east
'tis a bright colorful morning
Mother earth beneath smiles with ease
Lilies and purple hibiscuses
A dream day chanted all
'tis the Sun City
The land of the rising sun

Then in a twinkling of the eyes
Came the wind and darken the skies
awe-stricken, all stood
They wondered the lane of thoughts
Neither lightening nor thunder signaled
And the smiling faces scowled
They hoped for a wind-free day

Then a lad wondered my way
Marginalized! Aye, in penury
Then he stood nigh, oblivious
'I wish the wind will go
Our sun is silver and gold
Our freedom priceless
We can't be slaves in our land'.

I took hold of his dancing shirt
Lest the wind take him a spoil
Oh my poor little child!
Why can't the wind harken to thy plea?
Is he so wretched at heart?
But again comes the beautiful sun
He has risen full of spirit

Poem by Daniel Mentor