Sun's autobiography When it's always a struggle to get out of bed, My rays soon disturbs the dewish field; When it isn't viable to get rid of blankets, My rays help the numb creature to be healed... When the gardens puts away the winter suits, I notice the blooms persistently praying me; When I am on my prior duty, I deny attention to the whispering bee... Due to the circumstances, I become angry and fierce sometimes; Being the reason for drought and deserts, I am blamed for the crimes ... On perusing my mistakes, I support the weeping skies; Being the architect of the greeny victory, makes my relation with the land of life go on high...
