Shadows

Shadows

Morning! The soft hands of Sun
Touched the cherubic face of the baby
The hazel eyes opened
“Welcome to the new world”
The sun whispered.
And in the earth was the shadow,
Shadow of the baby in the hands of the mother.

Noon! The monarch of heaven ruled in glory,
Hard face of man,
Challenged the glaring rays,
He climbed up the mighty mountain
And fought with thunder,
And in the earth was the shadow invisible
Shadow of the man, strong and powerful.

Evening! Weariness crept over the rays of the sun,
The wrinkled face of man,
Looked into the emptiness before him
The hard toil was over,
The battles were won and lost,
And on the earth was the shadow,
Shadow of the man, weak and bent on the stick.

Poem by: Thushara George