The shining sun flowers my mind
With a golden glow and orangish-yellow petals.
How beautiful the sky looks at noon,
Shining blue with whitened clouds.
Why do most people avoid this heaven
When they always dream to touch it?
I always feel it deeply—
It is the true beauty of nature.
There, we can see thousands of love,
Melting my worries
In just a single glance.
My eyes cannot turn away from it.
What is this beauty?
What is this shine?
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 5:57 AM UTC
The shining sun flowers my mind
With a golden glow and orangish-yellow petals.
How beautiful the sky looks at noon,
Shining blue with whitened clouds.
Why do most people avoid this heaven
When they always dream to touch it?
I always feel it deeply—
It is the true beauty of nature.
There, we can see thousands of love,
Melting my worries
In just a single glance.
My eyes cannot turn away from it.
What is this beauty?
What is this shine?