The sun and the moon are twins,
Joined by fate and their destiny entwined,
Giving light not caring who wins,
Shining their lights their own ways,
All to cast away darkness and dearth,
One with blazing heat and a healthy hearth of radiant glow,
And the other with showers of chilliness and calm in which the night grows.
All bloom when their season calls,
Nature values and comes in twos,
Duality they say manifest in doubles of Yin and Yang,
Without the other one is none,
Without beginning the end wouldn't come,
Without darkness light is just a flash,
And that's the order of things.
Trials are precursors to triumph.
