To the sun and to the moon
All set by the Master to hide and bloom
Scares the crow, moth, kings
And all limping impatient souls
It's to take it all away with it, one day
On a silent approaching doom!

One finds solace in basking
One hides to hibernate alone
A man lives both verily
For he's to strive to survive
A test upon his wisdom and patience
In sweat and frozen if he can make it all better.
For the world he lives in
Anticipates a warrior..

-Aiman Qadeer