“Maybe the sun is jealous with moon.
How she never fails to be beautiful,
And illuminates the sky with
Her effervescent elegance.
How she is wrapped with stars
In her arms and kisses each
Of them with goodnight.
How she sings songs to the ocean
To calm itself to sleep.
Maybe the moon is jealous with the sun.
How he shines brighter in the sky
And radiates a little more heat.
How he smiles to the world
And embraces it with his warmth.
How he sets late in the afternoon
And whispers love poems to the
Flowers as they lay down to rest.
How he lulls himself to sleep
And fades into view.
The sun and moon are jealous of each other,
The reason why they can’t be together.