The Sun Is The Mom Poem by Chan Mongol

THE SUN IS THE MOM
poem by Chan Mongol
May 29 0f 2022

You are the most precious to give us birth;

You made the solar system and all in the earth!

Most men say that masculine is your gender;

But I know you as a mom, as the birth giver!

When I say, how extra beautiful you are!

I mean it all the way truthfully my darling, dear!

Billions of us love you daily and every year;

You are fair to everybody and everywhere!

Everything in earth, in the atmosphere;

Energized by you, the Sun, the creator.

You work in own way, not in our prayers;

Doing accurate penetration in all creatures.

Because, you are in me, in my avenue;

I don't need to hug, kiss, worship you.

Loved ones died, I am waiting for my call;

I couldn't save any, so my tears still fall.

You tried and I have no complain to fight;

Those others darken your light.

You give life and give the fair treat;

Bad elements take our lives incomplete.

My lord, the almighty Sun, the creator;

You are ever lasting with your holy power!