sun songs - Cheyanne Leonardo - Bog

firebird rises and speaks to the sun.this happens every sunday. andall day all birds chirpof nothing but this, nothingbut the fire reaching skywardbig beak bursting openand spelling over and over againthe bird's word for light.the sun, slowly bornby the song of each letter -each spelling, each spilling of soundout from the mouth - basksin the glow of its eternal growingand sends firebird back knowingthe light his musicbrought into beingwould be delivered so long as earth stayed singing.-the first sun song