This morning, as the day awake,
The sun was shy, soaked in rain.
It watched the rain dance, like an unexpected Mr. Cool,
And greenery mushrooms and flower blossoms all over,
But the time will fly, rain will dry!
Sun’s soft core knows from inside,
That It needs to burn, for it to work hard from transience to permanence,
It must rise, to regenerate the water cycle!
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