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Yes, I count my progresses,
but I refuse to live with them.

Sometimes they are the legion I lead to war,
Sometimes they are the results of my flirtatious acts with nature.

Each step mustered from a million thoughts,
I didn’t think it will be this hard
to live life easy.

If roses were seeds planted to rise up,
Then truths will be rooted in the bedrock of surprises.
If blessings were finite rewards of our understanding,
Then men would be able to count their progresses, yet refuse to abide with them.

I called the sun ‘son’,
Gave him nine wives with different maidens,
Each maiden was called ‘moon’,
Each wife unique in her features.
I found a favorite to abide with,
Tis she who men call ‘Earth‘,
Tis in she men transcend from birth to death.

A billion offsprings she gave him,
Sometimes, they are the legions I lead to war.
And the victory is what was birthed from my flirtatious acts with Nature,
The sun’s mother.

You can guess who I am.