And the Sun Hung Cassandra Mitchell
I sat on the beach and the sun hung innocent above us The sky baby blue and the clouds cotton But I saw the storm far out at sea
The barest dark smudge on the horizon I turned and asked, Do you see?
But they shook their heads, smiling,
You are no prophet, child. So don’t worry. Today we are happy. So I sat on the beach and the sun hung watchful above us The clouds blackened and the waves rose I stood and yelled, DO YOU SEE?
But they turned their backs to me.
You are no prophet, child. So don’t worry. Today we are busy. So I sat back down on the beach and the sun hung drowning above us The waves closer now
Roaring and ripping at the sky Enraged
Cannibal waves
I screamed and pointed and leaped and stomped, It’s coming! It’s coming!
But they shook me scoldingly and said,
Can’t you feel the breeze? Can’t you feel the sun? You are no prophet, child. Today we are safe.
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