Starting a few days ago, the sun came up red.
It also went to bed red.
The light first thing washed everything with a reddish tint.
At sundown, as if exhausted by a long day,
it washed landscape once again with a reddish hue.
As I heard long ago, the sun was red from crying.
It was crying for the burning forests it had brought to life.
It was crying for the burning forests it loves so much.
