Sun, Moon, Wind and Rain


At night I am of on my broom
To meet with the Moon
And when my nightmares appear
I take care of my unrest and fear

The Sun we underestimate
With the Moon she coordinates
Without her warmth and “light sparks”
We would completely live in the dark

In summer the Wind feels like a soft breeze
In winter it feels like a cold sneeze
I listen to what the winds have to say
Sometimes I am just blown away!

We just love to complain
When we walk in the Rain
The Rain waters our Earth deep within
A place where many lives begin