Festa

Red sun is beautiful to see
New moon up high, what a sight
Sky so clear and blue, it’s nature
In a view that brings so much delight

But what’s lovely to me is gray skies
With bright flashes singing their song
A sign that brings a breath of fresh air
Of the rains coming to the backcountry
Seeing the cracked earth softening
The land once poor now thriving
Corn reaching up to the sky
Beans spreading out on the ground

And then with the harvest, what joy
Seeing everyone in the frenzy
The folks getting down in the fun
Forgetting their sorrows without a care
Beautiful is Recife catching fire
To the beat of the maracatu