The Sun And The Moon

The hefty, blistering sun has risen in the east

With every dazzling ray, over the azure sky is released

The dewy grass swaying with the harmony of nature

And the lively flock of sheep and cow grazing the pastures

The sun is a seraphic and a mighty solitaire

With its light as a burning kiln it’ll flare

Bringing us optimistic thoughts in a fine day’s start

Which composes and eases our tarnished hearts

The sun sets weeping in the deprived west

Witnessing chills and freezes, woe and unrest

The day has wrecked, quite so soon

Welcoming the night-superiors, the glowing stars and moon

The moon has risen over the dark, black sky

Singing lullabies to every whining cry

The peace and tranquil of night might win

Before another fresh day begins.