Let It Be

'Let it be night', asked so sullen earth
Sun said 'You have to rotate I have to rise that's our worth',

'They are out for my offsprings with a new weapon',

'I can not set ablaze arms until last wood is fallen,
I can not grasp canyons till last root is in mud',
'But one reasoned act is still doable to be in bud,
You may burn me for no further crops to die for ungrateful'

'That would be drastic and dull
Since they are also preparing for same fate in'
'Oh what a pinnacle is near' earth sighs Thus it's prospective ceasing sun outweighs.

© Prachi Sharma