Hungər

[King314]

The City in the Sky.
It Cries.
The sun won’t rise,
On that beautiful land.

The City in the Sea.
It weeps.
The sun won’t be,
At that beautiful land.

The City Deep Under.
It ponders.
Will the sun wander,
To that beautiful land?

The sun won’t go
Where it needs to be,
the light, on those, of the dark.

Rises in the North,
And sets in the South,
The wintər, may not, win.

[Sapphire]

It reminds me of the fact that the sun does rise out here, and how glad we can be for that :) Thank you for reminding.