The sun screams for a chance to speak

when the night is early 

and the toads and crickets have yet to creak.

She wants her last word to be prominent 

so she sends a philharmonic array of colors; 

Her reds full and oranges bashful to announce she is nothing but dominant. 



The moon makes soft wishes to be seen

In the night, she whispers to her creatures

hoping one day that she will be noticed by the queen.

She wants nothing but romance

so she fills her sky with home and tiny stars 

that twinkle with joy, but the sun dares not to spare a glance.



The sunrise squeals with delight

for it's that start of a new day, new beginnings

yet she is filled with nothing but spite.

She spews harsh words at the mournful moon

and she envies the birds as they sing 

because she herself can never manage to sing in tune.



The sunset lowers with ease

she says her most heartfelt condolences to those who are lost

and spreads her love through the air with her calming breeze.

She tells the moon to not be so scared

she should enjoy the company of her little stars and that in doubt,

she should remember that between her and the sun, light will always be shared.