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!
