When the saffron Sun is safely
Away in the distant firmament,
It brings warmth to seed, leaf, creatures;
But when it rises to the high noon,
It turns belligerent. And then seed, leaf,
Creature are in peril of being
Incinerated corpses of Nature.
This must be why the Apollonian god
Cocooned the various blue Earth
In a dense Atmosphere of pluralist
Particles, forming a preservative skein
That keeps seed, leaf, creature
From being too fatally near
The Dionysian rage of the unbridled
Sun out to burn all that stands
In its way, as if to emphasise
Its all-consuming sway.
This must be the reason why in
One holy book it is said that
Doom is the day when the feckless
Sun will descend three feet from
The tallst head, and char all
Seed, leaf, creature dead.
Let not, therefore, the Atmosphere
Of pluralist particles be so wholly
Rent as to let the benign
Of the distant sun turn devouring
Demon. The blue Earth may not withstand
Its depredations unless myriad conglomerates
Of the tiniest particles be nursed by a grand
Coalition of seed, leaf, creature that make
Up livable, caring nation-states.