The positivity of the sun is questionable It shines brighter than a child's smile when everyone else is depressed. ~ It's rays reach even the worst of us But in it's happiness, can we truly trust?
Midday passes, noon is lost The sun loses hope, it's almost forgot The whole world expects it to stay high up there But it loses it's confidence, staggering down in despair It's true colours begin to form Orange, blood red, and a pale saffron We admire it's beauty when it's all the more exposed I suppose what's inside is what matters the most- Wait, hold on- I must've zoned out For the moonlight shines bright as it's hours past sundown The moonlight isn't true- It's a trick of the eye For the only thing I know to shine as bright Is the sun- sunlight- but wearing a disguise?
The point of this tale is for us to remember That indeed, we can only trust in the sun's embers.
We love the moon so, but the sun provides it's light; you really should know.