Written by:

Zerayn D.

Reached a fringe with ten thousand steps,
Counting minutes, the ball of fire emerged,
It rose high above clouds like a skep,
Its warm redness made the still boats urged.

I paused to stand in the red sunrays,
I witnessed the waves march to the banks,
Gently swaying, the plants are in praise,
The horizon comes, a golden shank in gaze.

Oh red sun, blow your flames in kind signs,
summer is here and humans must not err,
with water fight, the celebration shines,
save this loch from the foolish festive cheer.