When the charming sun casts a shimmering shine upon you
It's formidable feeling of joyous content penetrates your soul
The warmness of it's rays could lullaby Rome's army to sleep
With it's light cherished by all that bear witness to its beauty

When the moon appears in the dark window to space
The past memory of the charming sun is reminded
With the dimness of the moons modest glimmer
And the feeling of melancholy brings desires of the morning

But when the sun eventually comes back around
Casting its happy light for all to bath in and worship
A surprising feeling pervades your train of thought
An unlikely intrusion that begins to call panic

You can't recall what the light of the moon looked like
It was ignored, the only object that was shadowed by the sun
For how can we simple beings comprehend true beauty
If theres nothing to compare our beauty to.