The clock has not yet chimed twelve,
It hasn’t reached noon,
Yet high with the fiery sun,
I spot the glow of the moon
I look in amazement,
I ponder the thought,
Why did they choose cooperation today,
When for attention they usually fought
The sun’s bright beams shined all day,
The moon smiled silently through the night,
To one another, nothing to say
Until today, all they did was fight
This morning, though,
I looked upon the sky
And say the two hand in hand,
Tired of being malicious and sly
Instead of provoking one another,
Or hogging the stage
They stood together
Sharing the fame and wage
The wage of our looks
Of admiration and awe
When glancing up from our work and books,
There seemed to be not a single flaw
