Beneath the sky where dreams reside,
The sun and moon in endless glide,
They paint the day, they cloak the night,
A dance of shadows, beams of light.

The sun ascends with golden blaze,
Awakening life in warming rays,
Yet soon it yields to twilight’s grace,
As moonlight bathes the world’s embrace.

In silent whispers, secrets shared,
The sun retreats, the moon prepared,
To cast its glow on silent seas,
And cradle earth in tranquil ease.

So round they spin, both day and night,
The sun and moon, in cosmic flight,
A timeless waltz through endless skies,
Where dreams are born and never die.