You struggle, raising and nourishing the world, whole day
And retire smiling spreading charm all the way
And come back the day next with same smile and beauty,
Aren’t you bored, Sun, of this routine duty?
Pulling seeds from dungeon , cracking the hard shell
Pulling water from the seas where they happily dwell
Pushing them then into sea, why all these trouble?
You could have adorned the throne royally idle.
Earth sleeps, still life grows, trees stand idle, still flowers
Immobile hills generate streams, ocean, noisy waves.
Doing nothing they all gain, what you gain by working?”
“The knowledge why I should work harder to make you wiser”