Within the shadow of the sun,
stood all things that were not clear.
And even if the light whispered tenderly
through the branches,
it did not reveal the real truth.

What was hidden stayed hidden,
till morning light,
when the sun shone fiercely
and all colours of crimson red
and marmelade orange lit up the valley,
as if it was on fire.

Within the shadow of the sun
you can hide,
but not forever.
It will find you one day and
reveal your true colours.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c).