When the sun rises, it paints the sky with gold,
A promise of warmth in tales untold.
The world awakens to its brilliant light,
Bathing in its glow, from morning till night.

But as the sun dips below the horizon’s seam,
The moon steps in, casting a silvery gleam.
Gentle and calm in the quiet night,
It whispers secrets in the soft moonlight.

They never meet, yet they are intertwined,
One’s departure marks the other’s time.
In the dance of day and the embrace of night,
They share the sky, a harmonious sight.

The sun and moon, a celestial pair,
Each with their reign, a kingdom to share.
Together they weave the fabric of time,
A cosmic ballet, eternally sublime.