Sun's glory

Sun's glory
By: sfiawong
1/13/2006

Shone the earth,
The myriad things all comfort.
The sunrise early morning comes,
We see sunset late return.

You give me the brilliance,
You give me peace and happiness.
The sunrise date enters busily,
You produce trillion glories.

You endure hardships
No matter what resentment?
Daily all comes up,
The work forever not will rest.

Your pain who knows?
Only Poet Sfiawong.