Gift of the sun, so bright at the night;
Unique with sign, the intelligence of kind,
I swear with life, that the desirable treasure I’ve find.
Never have the glory, she’s the fair of air,
Eccentric and grotesque if someone is fear.
Victory is here,
Even though with care;
Remember the beauty of light, and the words you first had swear.
Ember of the sun were near.
