Headquarter Works For The Creature Poem by Chan Mongol

Headquarter works for the creature
Rhymed by: Chan Mongol

The winter season is almost gone!
Seeing birds who are singing upon! !

With the bright Sun in the morning!
Ice starts melting and paths are watering! !

Water is entering in the earth to meet mother!
Some goes up to mix up with air as vapor! !

What a chemistry that penetrates all!
What a network, the life circle! !

To produce, reproduce seem normal!
But unsolved mystery, the miracle! !

The Sun never demanded our prayer!
Though it is the head quarter, the center! !

The planetary system, the entire nature!
The Sun is the zonal head of all creature! !

Oh Sun! The king in the Sky you are!
You made the soil, air, water, temperature! !