Think for yourself, trust the fall,
stir up the stigmas holding many backs to the wind,
life can't be exchanged on a shelf, one and only limited edition,
realize the reaper is around every single corner,
all directions we can see is rows of Douglas fir trees, honeybees, and the skyline,
the sun's rays prey upon the sense of the warmth for our very cause.

Drawing from the illuminant from above,
why do you choose to come and go away,
it feels like you always are on the other side when you go for the night,
and Luna takes your path not far behind,
in unsimilar routes.

Most passively notice the king of nuclear light,
up in the sky as the orbits repeat,
the cycle and dance of the two never ceases their fire,
separated by open space, the timeless time of the ages.

The finess of the celestial bodies,
playing a never-ending cosmic game of tag,
we are stuck right in the middle, as we decipher life's riddles.
The sun and moon never dissapoint, appreciate the life this duo made possible