The Story of the Sun and Moon:
Allow me to tell you a story
And listen to what I have to say
A love story of the Sun and Moon
And the reason for why it rains
Long before mankind was created
To live in the drama we call life
A dramatic love affair occurred
In the shadows and darkness of night
The Sun was a brave handsome Spirit
He governed the heavens up on high
And he wore the finest of armor
That shined like a ruby in the sky
The Moon was a beautiful Spirit
She was called the Mistress of the night
The young lovers would dance together
Her evening gown of diamonds bright
The Sun could see her beautiful face
The Sun could hear her beautiful song
The Sun could use his smell, touch and taste
To experience her sweet embrace
But their love was strongly forbidden
By the Spirit Forces in the sky
Warning the Sun to leave his lover
By threatening him that he would die
The Sun did understand the danger
That his actions could lead to his death
But the sun would not leave his lover
He would love the Moon with his last breath
His defiance angered all the Sky Gods
And taken to a place to be judged
The Gods also captured his lover
Against the Sun, the Gods held a grudge
The Sun was stripped of his fine armor
To increase his humiliation
While the Moon could only bear witness
The Sun faced his adjudication
The Gods charged the Sun with blasphamy
His crime was that he'd fallen in love
How could such an act be accepted?
The stars witnessed from the sky above
The Gods offered to forgive the Sun
If he'd deny his love for the Moon
The Sun refused to deny his heart
For what else could this young lover do?
The Gods in their anger, took his eyes
And also his nose, his mouth and ears
He would not be able to feel her touch
The Moon cried a waterfall of tears
The Sun was stripped of all his senses
The Sun was left to shame and disgrace
The Sun still rises every morning
The Sun is alive without a face
The Moon understood his sacrifice
That was his testimony of love
The Moon has vowed to stay by his side
To eternally dance in the sky above
The Moon hold her lover who can't see
Or even feel the warmth of her touch
He cannot hear the song that she sings
The Moon misses her lover so much
So the next time rain falls from the sky
Living water for the earth and trees
Think of the Moon who forever cries
For her lover to return to thee
So the next time it rains and water falls on earth to give it life. Take a moment to reflect on the Moon who will never be the Sun's honored wife.