Sun breathes in the day
Withering petals bloom and are in dismay
Heat of sun scorches and bother
Exceeds warmth of mother rather
Mother's pain is blended with her creation
Sun's heat expects recreation
Fire is also born from candles
Erasing darkness light it kindles
All concerned flames shriek sparks
And we witness this with remark
Fire is born from sun or candle or mother
As our nature requires it rather