The sun rises n sets everyday,
paves a way towards light,
It fades the dark globe,
By Rising from its ashes.

Englighens the world,
By bringing in the rays of purity,
And nurtures the blooming flowers,
By holding the rope of love.

It is an epitome of magic,
That never breaks cycle of hope,
And teaches the world ,
To rise ,after every fall !

© sush_writings