“i never was an early riser”

the moon proclaimed.

when things get too bright,

i hide till the night

when my friends can see me

in all of my might.

“i never was a night owl”

the sun exclaimed.

when things get too dark,

i hide till i can reembark

when the morning starts

and i can boast my spark.

“opposites attract”

the gods acclaimed.

on the one night a year,

when two worlds aflame.

the sun and the moon come together,

side by side, like husband and bride, no need to hide.

“the lunar eclipse”, they cried.