SUN

In morn ever comes the sun

 He never fails in the run.

 Peeps through the window 

To wake, all his slept sons. 

 

"If light has come, Will dark be still"? 

And with spirit of life it fills

In every creature the warmth of joy 

To be alive in this wonderful world.

 

 Yet in that mournful hour 

When the sun sets 

A pal of gloom in every creature rest

 And then birds fly to their nest. 

To feed their little ones with pest. 

 

And in that mournful hour

 When sky fills with orange and red

 And the day dooms to silent hours.

 It reflects and moves our mind 

Somewhere with spiritual essence..