The skies have turned from black to blue,
what on Earth has happened to you?
Did you forget to take your break?
The morning's here, go back to bed!
Your stars have left, it's way too late!
Don't linger long, don't even wait!
Beckon now your brighter other,
the Sun, your flaming brother!
Lunar Moon smiles and is amuse
with the Cloud's short tempered fuse.
She laughs and softly whispers
The game is up and I'm done
My brother Sun from another mother,
He likes to hang, sometimes hover.
My dear Cloud, your rising sun,
the rascal hides beneath your cover!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem