SUNLIGHT
At
night, the darkness greedily enfolds the earth,
Hoping to keep it forever,
But soon it is morning,
And the darkness must yield to the sunlight.
Soft sunlight,
Shining on a baby's face,
Resting on new-mown hay,
Caressing the fragrant flowers.
Dazzling sunlight,
Sparkling on the happy water,
Making the sand of the seashore
Glisten with its brilliance.
Scorching sunlight,
Beating down on parched earth,
Withering whatever is in its path,
Relentlessly burning the feet of travelers.
Life-giving or murderous,
Man cannot rule the sunlight!
BY...
Judy Garren
'62
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