The sun went up to the mountain,
It was very near to the peak,
The mountain told that,
“You are so near,
That I feel uncomfortable,
As you have not studied me.”
The Sun told,
I know each bit of you,
We are friends and foes forever,
As you are so cold and I am so hot.
I will make the snow melt into a stream.
It will flow down as a stream into a river,
And people will know about you.”
The mountain smiled,
As it would get rid of its extra burden,
The Sun went up and above and smiled to all.”