SUN DAY

THE S_N

For we not to go into dark
It burns itself throughout its park
The shine of thy remember we,
While in dark we look of its Moon.

Not though do we stop complaining
Of it for it our head burning
Don’t realize we it itself is burning
For whom we seek an illuminant

For its patience of it burning
Shows upon its gesture of it glowing
For all that we should pray is
That it not lose its temper

And remember that the world would go dark
When (if) He goes asleep.