When I was young, my mother said
“Keep a shield under your bed
Just in case The Sun comes
And burns us into bread crumbs”
Everyone prepares for the arrival of The Sun
The village stays under a large protective drum
And day after day we lived in darkness
So shy, so scared, so very sunless
Ten years passed and The Sun did not come
But inventors strengthened our anti-Sun drum
And day after day we lived in fear
Of something that felt nowhere near
There was nothing, nothing, nothing at all
But the darkness and the wind’s call
I secretly wished for The Sun to arrive
And excite my silent, flavorless life
With our equipment, we were always prepared
And still…our parents were scared
Finally, one day, in a single fast flash
The Sun soared by and sent down a lash
And though everyone panicked and everyone screamed
I ran after the glorious gleam
I saw The Great Sun shoot blue rings of fire
I watched as the yellow full moon retired
Its light slowly faded and either I went blind
Or the familiar particles of darkness realigned
And day after day we live in darkness
So shy, so scared, so very sunless
For anything that may come, we are prepared
And though my community is usually scared
I know we’ll always be prepared
Even though nothing usually comes here