In the morning, mellow and bright,
The Sun kissed me with light —
Combing my hair with his radiance
As he made the clouds above me dance.

In the afternoon, warm and mild,
The Sun painted the still sky wild!
With strokes of pink, orange, and blue,
The glamor of beauty, he drew.

In the night, solemn and calm,
The Moon caressed my jaded palm;
He blew stars on my midnight hair;
He winked, and they twinkled everywhere.