I am cold and selfish, I give no thought to others
When I choose I flood relentlessly
The ground welcomes me warmly
yet the people cry out against my wrath
I am not vindictive, only unwelcomed -
most of the time, I fall gently on my victims.
Sometimes I cry acid tears in my pain
making the inhabitants of the land
cry in empathy. They forget they need me.
Without me they are helpless and without hope.
Now I am sunshine. The children bask in my glory.
Playing in their childish innocence.
Then they grow old, resenting my presence or hating my rays.
I look without words, and cover them faithfully.
They reward me by hiding and for
I am cold and selfish, I give no thought to others
When I choose I flood relentlessly
The ground welcomes me warmly
yet the people cry out against my wrath
I am not vindictive, only unwelcomed -
most of the time, I fall gently on my victims.
Sometimes I cry acid tears in my pain
making the inhabitants of the land
cry in empathy. They forget they need me.
Without me they are helpless and without hope.
Now I am sunshine. The children bask in my glory.
Playing in their childish innocence.
Then they grow old, resenting my presence or hating my rays.
I look without words, and cover them faithfully.
They reward me by hiding and for