The Stars: Floating lanterns in the sky.
A guide for those who have yet died.
A path to follow round and round.
But never will it touch the ground.
The Moon: A kind old soul that glows a dim.
A small soft light that calms all kin.
It keeps away the dark of night,
And soothes the minds with darkness fright.
The Sun: A constant source for joyous flame.
That dances even through the rain.
It lights the world the moon can't see,
And shines it's rays so all can greet.
The Ocean: The tears of clouds that wish to meet,
The creatures living far beneath.
It tries to reach all creatures there,
But only gets the fins, not hair.
