“The sun” “The sun” The sun that gives light to all the creations, When the sun rises, all things will be fine. The beams of lambent that specks our skin That brings the message to initiate new origin An hour goes by the sun will be high The more higher it well be, the more heater it can be Clamors of agony pain and despair The culture of man justifies moaning. Panorama in the sky as the sun goes down Citizenry plays innocent, which didn’t understand The beauty of life that reckons in the sun Delight life before it is gone.