oh thou sun why do thy thus through our window and curtains to call
you busy old unruly sun

late boys and girls with sour pretence
Go tell court huntmen the king will ride
calling country ant to their harvest office
And thy light bright than the moolight at dawn

why shouldn't thou think?
if her eyes have not blinded thine
look and tomorrow,late tell me

oh thou a my sun why are thy different from other planet
am bs thy hotness that warm us naturally
And making our sword hotter than our pan
making us to no that the day ends
shine here to us because thou every where
with tthe bed the center and our will your sphere
© victor eze