[You're the sun, 
I'm the moon.] 
 

Oh dear Sun, your colours are beautiful as ever, 
They are worth seeing, 
Whereas I am only dull and grey, 
Nothing close to you. 
 
You shine yourself, 
So bright and elegant, 
While I need your light to be seen, 
Though it only shows my scars. 
 
You give me time every day, 
So I can reflect on myself, 
While you on the other hand, 
Cover each corner of the Earth. 
 
So I ask myself, 
"Why do they look at me instead? 
When the bright and perfect is doing so much more?"  
 
Because I think they're wrong for doing so, 
I am of no use, 
Only faults and scars to see, 
Which they look at through big telescopes. 
 
But every time they see me, 
They say I am so beautiful, 

It makes me feel so loved, 

And very grateful too.  

 
So, thank you, Sun, 
For all the help and support. 
You appreciate me, 
And give me light. 

 
Where I see you from afar, 
Loving what you are, 

It makes me say to myself, 

“Oh, dear Moon, you should be like that too”.