Who killed my sun?

He'd shone bright that morning,

when dew on the morning grass glittered bright;

and our primrose child smiled beautifully.

But profound darkness engulfed my sun,

casting blurred rays of doom.

My sun disappeared in the heavy cloud-

sufforcated he must have been; he cried,

a silent cry that washed my strength away.

I wanted to help but couldn't,

a mid showers of his tears, I mourned,

who killed my sun?

©Bunguswa Brian™