The first summer after the first winter, Tom Mukasa
The First summer after the first winter
On that day the sun was up,
Everything was standing out,
Most of all, the faces beamed.
I was there when it happened,
My sense of time was clearer,
I seemed to count every second,
The flowers marked time as they bloomed.
I was there when it happened,
The days were warmer and brighter,
The nights showed off glimmering stars,
squirrels nibbling indiscriminately.
I was there when it happened,
The frozen water held permanently in place,
Then the sun’s flames heated up everything,
And the water resumed its fleeting flow.
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