Great Tomato

Shrouded in leers of soft yellow velvet
She'll slowly rise
Colors reflecting a garden of eden
Upon the skies

What's this I see
Going up in shrouds
The morning sun coming up
Through the clouds

Those that would toil in the sun for a living
Despise the light
They'd much rather wait till she's through passing over
And go out at night

What's this I hear
Noon whistles blow
The morning goddess smiles upon
The earth below

Red ball of fire, against Silhouette Mountain
She slips away
Giving her last bit of light at the close
Of another day

What's this I find
She's left behind
A bit of warmth in my heart
In my mind