When morning breaks with golden hue,
The Sun arises, strong and true.
It chases shadows, warms the land,
With gentle rays and guiding hand.
As day unfolds in vibrant light,
The world awakens, spirits bright.
The Sun, a beacon in the sky,
Watches over as time goes by.
Yet soon the day must take its leave,
As twilight weaves its evening weave.
The Moon ascends with silver grace,
A silent guardian, takes its place.
In nightâs embrace, dreams take flight,
Beneath the Moonâs soft, tender light.
And so they dance, these cosmic kin,
The Sun and Moon, till timeâs end spin.