Is not the sun in the sky cosmic immortal God? Do not shine us until it is the moon washes its horn? And in your way-for us infinite, it scraps the globe. In our lives so infinite looks at us only with good. And every morning to the ground sends us our God's day. And everything worked in the fields keep it in your captivity. And make our arcs colored in these blue skies. In the nights and days of the summer creates miracles. Moon color gilding and rays it with rays. And she shows his thighs and smiles with his eyes. Sends nights for coolness and invite us for a deep sleep. That it is our delight, and it is the true God!
