Oh, my sunshine whose perched in the skies
Just over yonder she peaks her rays
Brushing you softly yet piercing you through.
A shine protrudes, captivating my eyes
She lowers so tranquil after her days
As she yields the way to my petrified moon
She takes her gifts with her, lacking bow ties
Stretching for the moon, she lends a haze
Oh, dear old moon, who is sometimes so shy
My moon will coordinate a dance with the waves
As my moon coincides , I understand what's true
My sunshine and my moon balance in tune.
