The sun isn’t only to wring your clothes dry,
Neither to make your hay dry nor scorch your skin black,
Rather, it spreads vitamin D in the fresh morning
And in the smiling day, it aids photosynthesis.
The coldness of the weather isn’t to freeze you up,
It’s not to bless you with catarrh or cough,
It’s to moisten your system from dehydration
And to make your night a sweet sensation.
The rain is sent to wake the long dead earth
And empower the fertile lands to feed humanity.
When the clock never was, the sun did the counting,
And before the calendar, the moon counted our days.
The sun, the moon and the stars beautify the sky
And are heart-warming feasts for every eye.