Vanity’s a selfish god
(Of course) his children are jealous
I watch as they argue
(Looking about the heavens)
Anxious over accumulating clouds
Rapidly moving in early dawn skies
Fingers pointing, outwardly extended,
Too, a morning star’s delight
Reflecting back the light given
And all I hear, jealous children
(The light giver remains unseen)
As soft rain begins its fall
Finally (it is) my turn to spy
My little ones
Run inside for cover
(Too late for me)
Venus hides
Lucifer sighs