The Sun

The glittering sun

With a wreath of clouds,

Peeps and shines in every house.

The glamorous sun in its glory rises,

And lustrously hues the world.

It glows with its glossy glimmer,

And sparkles in my room

With a sudden shimmer.

Like a blushing boy,

It hides behind the clouds,

And makes Nature

Obscure like a country mouse.

The laboring sun, toils and works,

And minimizes its radiance

With some exhaust.

With magical effects, the sun sets,

And delegates its work to the moon,

Nature falls into a slumber deep,

For,

To its weary nerves, the moon comes as a boon.