Dawns and dusks inspire immense awe
Golden halos that barely have any flaw
Perched high up in hallowed sky
And for once everyone and everything’s small fry.
Tilling, digging, planting almost an everyday certainty
The very definition of survival in its entirety
This in spite of the biting cold
Nonetheless one ought to provide for one’s household.
On typical afternoons the sun radiantly smiles
And oh that’s to everyone’s chagrin and no wiles
Can convince this force of nature otherwise
And that’s a tough situation to rationalize.
Still folks find time to “exhale”
And still look forward to a heaven not hell.