Today I woke and gave a yawn
And rubbed the tired from my eyes.
The clock told me it’s after dawn,
Outside, the Sun, it didn’t rise.
At first I thought, “This is strange,”
But barely gave a second thought.
Into clothes I had to change,
While coffee brewed in the pot.
By now, the Sun leaves Heaven’s den
And scatters paint across the skies.
The clock tells me its 7:10,
Outside, the Sun still didn’t rise.
The problem must be with the clocks!
It’s surely sooner than it seems.
Perhaps I was counting flocks.
Yes! It’s all my silly dreams.
I heard the song of the finch,
But I know it’s just a fake.
I gave my arm the hardest pinch,
But felt the pain, and didn’t wake.
I searched the tv for some clues,
What I saw, to my surprise,
The caption on the morning news,
“Today, the Sun didn’t rise!”
I stared ahead and wondered how
We would fix the error.
With shaky knees and sweaty brow,
I stood and felt the terror.
What did we do to lose the Sun?
Did it give up on us?
Was guiding everyone
The promise of day we’ve always known
Had turned out to be all lies.
The truest nature of man was shown
The day the Sun didn’t rise.
Something made the people stop.
The air was calm and still.
A beam of light appeared atop
And gently rolled o’er the hill.
The cheers began and these the words,
“Thank the Heavens for the Sun!”
People danced to songs of birds,
And Love restored to everyone.
We all looked up, we all as One,
As darkness fled from the skies.
Crying tears we asked the Sun,
“Why oh why didn’t you rise?!”
The Sun yawned as the people wept
And said, “Sorry bro, I overslept.”