Good morning, Mother Sun, did you sleep well?
You look rested and bright this morning
arriving with such a colorful display.
Your husband's work last night was wonderful
though he was upstaged by the stars
until the fog took its seat in the balcony.
You two are a funny couple
modern in your parenting arrangement
with his insomnia, it is only natural
him watching the children while they sleep.
I am always inspired by the pas de deux
when he glows on the edge of the stage
while you hover above the symphony
in your brilliant act of illumination.
Do you tire, Mother? You're beginning to sink
will you indulge us with a colorful finale?
Ah, the prima donna, you captivate us.
A breathtaking performance, graceful curtsy
you disappear behind a black velvet horizon.
But, never a curtain call, how hard we clap.