The sun is like a bright star
beaming in the sky
Then a moon is like a daydream,
a delicate muse in the night.
The sun so loud like a chorus.
Powerful and strong.
The moon is radiant with a soft tune.
One voice so quiet.

The sun is fierce as a red hot match.
The moon as secretive as the obscurity of a shadow.
The sun's beaming rays are like the glaring dazzle of a smile.
The moon's crest like a desolate street at dusk.

The sun is like a golden cake,
Wherever it goes, heavenly and cravable.
The moon is like a friendship, so soft with tranquility.
Sophisticated with complexity, but cherished.

The sun stimulates through the clouds.
Like a runner at the start of a race.
Thrust with stinging merriment.
The moon holds back with integrity.
I demand both with keen delight.