The sun is rising
The day has begun
The moon is dying
So is the dark
Is the moon lying?
Why is it running away
Oh I realise
that is has been trying
To sleep for days
Well now the sun is in charge
We call it a sacred god
Because it is so mighty and large
So it can take care of us
No wonder the moon is evil
Everybody thought that
In the times of medieval
They even chased it with spears
Good thing the sun is here
To give us luck everyday
Good thing the sun is near
To give us always a second chance!
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Amazing! How wonderful, thoughts of a 10 yr old. Savi please keep writing your beautiful thoughts. Full marks.