Sunshine

(Based on an étude by the Polish composer, Frédéric Chopin)

In the winding woodland path,

Where the breeze evermore played its cadences,

The trees stood like young lads

Enjoying the warm afternoon.

And then it came – a ray of sunlight

Which bloomed a tiny bud into a flower,

And then it spread itself over many trees

Its beauty – unparalleled!

The breeze starts its wild cadenza

Scattering the ray in many directions

Still continuing to blow evermore

It transformed beautifully the scene:

Cobalt-blue sky, pink young flowers

That ever more blush in joy.

So is thus the transformative power of

a ray of sunlight!

When the sky gets overcast with clouds,

Grey with thunder and rain.

But there’s something else – I add

Pain, rage and intolerance!

People suffer, which becomes blind to others

The world getting destroyed by violence,

And who had been so cruel,

Than the devils of world domination?

Don’t people have feelings?

Don’t people have sensations?

Don’t they – in utter desperation – 

Cry out from their earthly nightmares,

‘Give us; oh give us some light of hope!’

The sky cleared up once more,

But where’s the Sun? – hidden behind a thin mist…

Soon, the woodland path turned golden,

And the pure-blue sky came back.

The sunshine then danced upon the leaves –

And the whimsical wind, could not

keep hold.

That ray entered into the misery of people

Giving them a shower – of new hope

Of dreams to think upon again,

Draining away the death toll.

‘Tomorrow’s a new day’ – the proverb is relevant yet again.

The rooftop which was once black and dark,

Has now been lighted by one – Sunshine!

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M.Macabre

24.07.2020

Dedicated to: Frederic Chopin