the sun, rising slowly, warming bird, tree
palm fronds sway westwards in whispering air
fishermen work on their boats, to repair
broken net, tie rope, then check engine wear
early dawn break by the south china sea
the sun moving up to the hot morning sky
children in canteen gorge noodles and rice
breakfast news readers watch daily gold price
quiet Malay men take coffee with ice
old Chinese coffee shop, fan turned up high
the sun hits the zenith, burning the skin
out here, the temperature blazing the air
eyes, squinting tight, try to block out the glare
from rough paint walls with harsh solar wear
ice lime juice water cools one from within
the sun tops the crest of thick jungle hill high
shadows beginning to fall from the trees
leaf floating downwards in evening fresh breeze
now is the time when Earth workermen take ease
alone in your thoughts when time can go by
the sun now releasing a new Earth, from where
wing insect airflows jacuzzi the earth,
these are the hours when love comes to birth
if, on cool wet nights, romance swinging its mirth
with flowering musk to perfume your hair
