My Sun Poem by Chan Mongol

MY SUN
By Chan Mongol
October 13 of 2022


Sitting by the open door and window;
I see you slowly, slowly glow.

Thinness of air starts to flow;
Leaves of trees begin to blow!

Creatures are waking up and rise;
You, the Sun moves on to energize.

So kind of you what you do;
Balancing all and giving us view!

You, the main source of creation;
As I see in instinct, in my vision!

Good, bad even a Saint, gypsy, viking;
Enjoying your heat, fall, cold, Spring!

For your power and wine to sip;
I thank you during my only trip!

You are great for us, for me;
How great your creator would be!

Enrich me to get the connectivity;
Let my soul, inner me remain happy!

I didn't see my good grandfather;
I see you but never saw your creator!

Science you gave is the state of nature;
I disregard the one who is a polluter.