The sun awakes in the dawn and shines on the high and low creatures. It warms the ants as they surface from their sand hills, rises on the woodland animals nesting on tree limbs. Loops gracefully on the gazelles pirouetting in Africa and pays homage to the lion basking in the glory of his domain.
The sun laughs in the presence of school children who romp at recess. The sun even glistens on skyscraper buildings and teases workers who long to free themselves and run wild in daylight. The sun is the warm, friendly presence that greets your eyes in the morning.
Likewise, the moon is the night owl suspended in blackness. It is night watcher of the creatures which daylight never sees or hears. The moon has many faces sometimes appearing full and glorious like the sun and on other nights, illuminated like a silver croissant on canvas. The moon lights the path for cars on winding roads. Its reflection ripples on black waters and guides the seaman on night journeys home.
The moon is the witness of evil. For even dark corners and alleys cannot evade its silver light. Its gaze is on the lowly and when its aura casts shadows on the homeless, they appear wounded and weary. But the moon delights in the little ones tucked safely in their beds. The moon says sweet dreams to all.