Why is the sun always angry,
it burns with anger and frustrations.
Nothing seem to make it smile,
not once not ever.
I will travel to its land,
and offer it my hand.
Will you stop it wind,
always blowing things aside.
When will you learn,
that most of us don't like things forced on us?
You destroy and make humans cry,
breathe of life, don't force nature to die.
You, stammerer,
spitting everywhere on everything.
I like being dry, at least I do try,
but you keep raining.
I like you, but it's okay to know what many think of you.
My dearest shining stones,
how I love when you wink at me.
The love, the joy and amusements you bring in my life,
every night I look at the sky just to see if you okay
and I know you always do the same.
Twinkle twinkle little stars
wish everyone would see me as a star.
You brighten my world big guy,
smiling down on us.
At times you disappear why,
leaving the world to a dark curse.
Moon, my beautiful heart.,
You turn my dreams into art.
Raise the tides let them surf,
give a chance to ask for hand,
With the wind breezing 'til midnight
As I stay out to watch the dust.
