The Sun Moon Dance

The day dawns as I rise
And give life to the flowers
Every passing hour.
The forest ignites sometimes
but not always as I take my place
as the king of the sky.
I see men in their burrows
toiling to make their sorrows vanish
and as I go westward, they sigh a relief.

I see my friend raising above the horizon,
giving hope and peace to those weary men.
The shadows descend as I bid adieu
but I shall return once its all due.
We give life, We give death, this is the sun-moon dance.