Sun

Oh,my dear hot star sun,                                                                                  You are the mother sky's son,                                                                         Daily you are born in the east,                                                                         And slowly dies in the west.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Oh,my dear big ball of hot gas,                                                                       You reflect like luminous glass,                                                                       Day and night are made by you,                                                                   You're the day star of the sky of blue.                                                          Oh,my dear sphere of hot plasma,                                                                 You give heat to earth chasma,                                                                       Are you help plants to grow and alive,                                                                All organisms need you for life and live.                                                   Oh,my dear shining eye of sky,                                                                      You're center of solar system close by,                                                           All the planets revolve around you,                                                                Your gravity keeps them in orbit true.                                                              Oh ,my dear big burning lamp,                                                                        You make wakeup all in the dawn camp,                                                 People worship you as their creator,                                                       Without you living things can't live greater.

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