The Ash to The Oak (A Curtal Sonnet)
"Here comes the Sun" Said the Ash to the Oak
a mournful breeze blew, their leaves unfurling
"What shall there be, when the world is awake?"
"Whoooosh the Devil has been playing a joke,
People are lying their bodies curling"
sighed the breeze, " There is no mistake."
Out in the brilliance of the morning Sun
lie broken bodies with dust motes whirling.
Ash to the Oak with a shimmering shake
Says, "No, it's not just the Devil having fun,