The Naalya Sun and Yellow Valentines

Shadows of darkness, early morning,

Kissing goodbye, as morning rays,

Announce the day break,

Quarter moon can be seen descending,

As the sun breaks through dark and grey

Clouds, ascending to the West,

Perhaps to rest…

The sun

is turned yellow,

Struggling through the Naalya hills,

As people get on their heels,

Whilst others on their wheels,

Wheeling away at wee hours,

Some without a shower

This rush hour,

With rain downpour,

To announce this yellow valentines,

Again, like Kafiti, the village wag!