• As the sun sighs its last golden breath,
    And the daytime sky turns to a dark hue,
    The golden sun will die another death,
    Only to be reborn to life anew.

    But do not worry or fear, my dear child!
    Look up at the sky and see glistening lights above
    For the night is still young and wild
    To see the beautiful stars made with love.

    Let us graze in the beauty of the night,
    For nature’s lights will not be out for long,
    And drink in the beauty of the light,
    For dawn’s breaking and the stars will be gone.

    As the newborn sun shines its golden head,
    The moon lies down on its eternal bed.