The Sun

The raises of the sun glitter,
the day becomes more gentle, smooth and sweeter.
The trees mutter
remarkable sounds of joy and laughter.
The whispers of the wind ooze
gently in my tympanic membrane curing my bruise',
through the blare of silence we fuse.
Conquering every obstacle and defeating foes.
**

The birds happily sing.
Philosophy and humanity cling.
Exploring the sun rays,
the raw health diminish in a limpid haze.
The solid rocks become hotter than blaze.
The horizons of the galaxy and earth bestow eternity.
The pine sustains its ever greenness influencing longevity.
**

The atmosphere is so peaceful today
like pigeons in a pilgrimage.
This is the pinnacle is the history's image.
The omens repent into ever holy metamorphosis.
Like water torn into pieces, they now know what verity is.
A day without the sun is like a sphinx without a head,
but containing venomous bobbins of lead.
**

The sky is in a form of rhymes,
The blue is an appearance of the lexicon's words.
The deserts run dry until they become full of water.
The misfortunes of life gradually erode.
The emperor of the sunlight is physically imposed,
and the emancipation of slavery is now reposed.
**

The pollen of eternal seeds arise.
The ever fresh rose hypnotize
the sun to give birth to a lion roars when it cries.
They mystery of winter diminish and perish in front of my eyes.
The brighter the sun
the tighter my vocabulary spittles of verbal hexagon.
The sloe of my mental climax is like a cobra eating smilodon.
My verbal approach is a mixture of senses; my appearance is that of a heptagon.
**

The forces of the earth
reconcile with the myths of history and aftermath.
I am revived by the sun.
The stars and I and are one.
A mist in my brain is the existence of a physical pun.
What more can I think
of this flamboyant reviving firmament
than mentally honour the creation of mother nature? Here I sink
**

Because of the sun I shall forever live.
Looking forward to my destiny., my optimism will never retreat.
Oh God sustain the Sun.
Give it strength like a bold word written in pun.
Honouring the greatness and superiority of the sun is fun.
Go to sleep for it's no longer day - afternoon,
and liberate your other colligue to explore the night...the moon.