The sun is in everything, strong in light, it passes across the sky…
They will describe it differently.
And some joker will even birth his own —
Will recognize it in a circle or in a fearsome flame.

Walker, Everywhere, Pek, Overhead…
This is how words are formed,
Shame in words,
And glory in words.
In dialects there are countless of them, and in languages:
Borrowed from the ancients in the form of new ones.

Relativity should be remembered,
It denies, and it also approves:
They look out for rain,
And they also run from it.
With fire the sun warms, but hell burns.