Sun beating fragrantly down upon the earth,
bleaching and disinfecting everything with
it's hot little rays of feet.
Dancing happily on fronds of palms in the
wind, feet above the street.
Casting aside all comments and curses,
being the sun God meant it to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sun is always source of life for the people of this earth.We can not imagine life without sun.