The Sun And The Moon
The Sun And The Moon
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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.