As evening sun lays his head
onto springtime’s frosty bed
the moon she rises up once more
stars they twinkle, and adorn
a meteor strikes through the sky
lighting up like a firefly
once more the moon, her head will tilt
and sun will rise from night-time’s quilt
show-time mother nature’s twist
sun and moon are sky\'s great gift
of course, they share the same great stage
yet take in turn and never rift.