As the sun watches from afar,
The argent-pearly moon looking
At the varnish-clear lake mirror.
When the dawn breaks, she goes to sleep.
The sun slowly walks to the lake
Finds the silver dust left behind;
Evening comes and he starts to paint
On the huge sky where colors cry.
Spears of light bathed the single moon.
The stars rejoice, begin to peek;
The tendril halo-ring the moon’s
Posing in her sterling spotlight.
A silver trout adorns her face,
As the sun takes his sullen place.
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