Slowly the Sun bids farewell <br />Closes its eyes and zips its lips <br />Not to shine again as the day suddenly drifts <br />Only for the Moon to say, 'It's okay, you've done well'. <br /> <br />As a caterpillar nibbles and wriggles <br />On leaves: a villain, but quite feeble <br />A villain, so cunning and sly <br />Suddenly turns a magnificent butterfly <br /> <br />Sparkling rubies fetched on the Moon are mere stones on Earth <br />Alive, one minute; the next, encompassed by the climate of Death <br />Melodious today; guttural tomorrow <br />All makes the minstrel's song one filled with sorrow<br /><br />Johannes Yeboah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/change-189/
