Shining down upon us
Scorching the ground
Lighting the sky with its brilliancy
How very exhausting
The life of us
The death of us
The light
The dark
It is the difference
Rising when it pleases
Setting when it decides
We've had enough
Overbearing
Selfish
or, Just the sun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem