The
sun is rigid, doesn't move,
It
is done by the agile moon.
The
sun looks strong and bright,
The
moon is forever feathery and light.
The
sun is colourful, moon is white,
On
the stage, playing all day and night.
They
unite at times every single day
Dawn
and dusk part in their different unique way.
But
the blue never leaves the earth in the dark,
Lights
with precious, golden silver stars.
They’re
just there, present if you please,
Being
with the rhythm, glowing at ease.
There
is no judgement, no sense perhaps in the move,
Life
grows with the sun and rests with the moon.
Ceaseless
lights rain from the space up above
The
sun and the moon are madly in love.
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