THE GREATER
I saw the
Grey cloud
Near...
The sun
Had
Hidden
In fear...
Why do you
Come
Asked I
Of
The Grey
Fluff blob!
I come
The sun
To shame
And wet
The soil
Until
It sprouts
Seeds...
Ah
Said i,
Surely too
Much of
You
For the earth
Is not
Good!
True that
May be
Yet fall I
Will...
Upon soil
And folks'
Heads!
Exclaimed
The grayness...
The sun peeped
From behind
The cloud
Of Grey.
Be gone
Far from
Here
Snapped
The sun
As It
Broke free
From
Its fear...
It tore
At the
Grey
Fiercely
Shining bright
Showing
Once for all
Who
Is truly
The greater
Of
Them...
Grey clouds
Or sun bright...
It was after
All
Only a contest
Not
A fight!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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