Divinity

The sun does shine

Over the flowers to whom he gives life

Above the mountains that feel to be mine

The sun does shine

Through the rivers in which his own brightness reflects

Upon the coldness whom he puts to an end;

And on all malice, on serpents' skin whom he does not neglect

Over the sunflowers who to reach him constantly tend;

The sun does shine

Oh, so divine!

The sun does shine

And all the green meadows bloom.

Even through the windows of my dark room

All wheres life again renews

It adds brightness to the gloomy views

Though on all these wonders he perfectly shines

Im more fond of a place where all his magic lies

One even prettier than when he reveals glitters on ice

I love it best when on his eyes.