Thursday, December 09, 2010

Orange Sun

Sunrise


Orange Sun

the wet grass of the morning
and the tiny flowers in the dew
the yellow rays of an orange sun
and the sky so blue
yeah yeah hmmmmm hmmmmmm
yeah, this is the place where I live

the mystic dance of the plastic bee
flower to flower as I watch in glee
the laughing brook with it's spirit so free
and the cool shade of the lonely tree
yeah yeah hmmmmm hmmmmmm
yeah, this is the place where I live

the joyous bird with his morning song
and the cotton clouds all along
the sultry noon with its silent scream
and the evening with its orange dream.
yeah yeah hmmmmm hmmmmmm
yeah, this is the place where I live

into the dusk of the dying day
the sparks from the fires start to play
hungry eyes and the meal is done
and again the dream of the orange sun
yeah yeah hmmmmm hmmmmmm
yeah, this is the place where I live

pale stars in the darkening sky
and then the moon begins to fly
right across this jeweled dome
on his nightly journey home
yeah yeah hmmmmm hmmmmmm
yeah, this is the place where I live

then at the crack of dawn
with the world awaking all around
the first rays of the orange sun
give life to every one...
yeah yeah hmmmmm hmmmmmm
yeah, this is the place where I live

~quasi Sept 2001

1 comments:

Vivek Rao said...

i remember reading this poem many years back....nice one!