The sun!
Mm, where do I start from?
Rises like a gentle spring in the east
So gentle a flow down the sea in the west.
Illumination; many a dream realized amidst
As it fades out, birds fly back to their nests.
Gold at dawn and dusk
And silver in between
Even when clouds form a husk
Her light can still be seen.
Some beings sleep to crickets' chirps
In the dead of night
But never wake to the dawn chorus of birds
To see the mild early morning lights.
People live and die, seasons come and pass by
But it always same old sun in same old sky.
Reason enough to call her the "never aging sun"
Though regularity won her the "ever raging sun".
What should I show an attitude
Similar to those of the sleepy ones for
When she's always up there to lift me up.
In every of my quietude,
I wonder what's wrong with heaping once more
Gratitude on whoever he was that lit you up.
