The sunshine fell partly on the green leaves
And sped quickly downwards - as grain through the sieves
The impact it made, cannot be here, expressed
And the feeling of joy it evoked, could not be suppressed
O, the mighty, mighty sun has numerous tasks at hand
In the cold as well as intolerably hot lands
The smooth and soft ray gently caresses the flowers
That it finds in the wilds, as wells as in the bowers
To the bud, swaying delicately in the breeze
Or hanging precariously, on huge big trees
It gives fresh vigor and unfolds its numerous petals
Whose touch is soft, unlike that of the metals
For the flower is the perpetual symbol of love and joy
To each and every maturing girl and boy
As it blooms over the mountain and vale
It smiles, and relates a lovely little tale
The wonders of the Universe are clearly displayed
By each and every thing, be it a simple little blade
For the source behind every single thing is our Lord, God
To whom we are bound, with an invisible cord.