the sun has a destination and
to fulfill a dream and a promise
day and night keep burning for
making lives vibrant and colorful.
no remuneration, no reward, no
prayer, but a promise to keep balance
of the color of lives vibrant,  
but human beings keep amassing
for a luxurious life, take lives for
the accomplishment of cunning ends
they have no destination other than,  
they cut trees for personal ends,
they are depleting the earth slowly
for selfish ends, they sing-song of
their own glory, they tell their own
story, they held them high, gods nearby,
they held duties to keep their
deities happy,