Sit I, awake this night. Soon the marrow sun will come and show us it's light. Then the world will wake and not noticed the beauty of the sun, for the yellow will be too bright or the day simply too light. Thus I will complain, "Why does it not rain?" All will shout defiance at the sky, but it is much too high.

Off to school and job and not to play we all go to spend our day. "It simply is not right that I did not get enough sleep last night," I say. Yet the cars still won't move and the lights won't change. All will complain for no one to hear.

The battle drags on and on. A bloodless conflict with neither side winning nor either side defined. The purpose is questioned and simply denied. Again I speak, "Why am I so sad on this lovely day in May? I wish I was happier." Yet all still drag their feet.