Branches

Today awoke suddenly,
A mad sun burning
Through clouds. His ego
Shining through to the ground.
Fumbling through the day
Riding a wobbly train,
An enormous bleeding stain
in the reflection of sky.

Leaves piled high on branches,
Below, the shade's screams grow as
Grass begging for light,
Panicking for water,
And burning in forest fires
From the anger
Of the lonely sun.