With each breaking
of the dawn, the sun
lets out his battle cry.
Dodging white bullets he ascends
gracefully into the sky.
Up the same, sad hill
he must go- But look,
the earth is thriving below.
How he envies the growing
roots of the trees,
entwined in embrace;
How he longs to be
so firmly planted in his place.
One inch higher.
Each step more...
is one more fight for breath.
Yet higher he must climb;
He curses the pale, human candles:
"They would blow them out
if they could truly see her shine!"
Shining brightly was her dream, now lost;
She reaches out for him with an empty hope.
See all the flowers she has planted
while she waits for him!
"Tonight, I dreamed that we embraced,
but shortly it was through-
I will shine for her...
as I fade away, then tomorrow
I'll start anew."
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