The Radiance Of The Morning Sun. Poem by Tony Adah

The morning broke
With a song man echoed in sorrow
His back on the cheerless sun
Butterflies and bees suckle at nectar
From the blossoming flowers
Man looks so dejected
And in melancholy
Oblivious of the radiance
Of the morning sun
For he has nothing to clinch
Onto his bossom as his own.

He hugs but the empty air
He walks without movement
He looks but sees not
His laughter ripens
On his crimson cracked lips
And he chews the bounties
Of his absent needs
All ignoring the radiance
Of the rising sun.