The Sun

The sun rises every morning
With its illuminating light,
It is divulged by saints it shines for all and makes all bright.
Why is it so some corners on Earth are deprived of its generous glow,
Some depths of oceans stay dark bereft of light in abyss very low.
The Earth, the humble being, meek and mild,
Tilts and revolves around the sun displaying its obedience and rite.
It owes much gratitude to the sun ,
For giving it color, warmth and life to run.
The sun lives more than trillion lives,
It rises for a century and then dies.
Declining to give life to a new sun,
The Earth receives generations to grow and take their share from the sun in turn.
The sun puts on a septum and in hiding lets the night perform what He itself left undone,
Hearing the music of the night the world reclines unburdened.
The nights in cold, with the moon,an index gold,
Give voice to truths untold.
The prop of the sun, the night, balances what gets intensified by the Sun,
They all never overcloy and persist on being stern.