Moon and Sun

"O summer wants to know just why You're oft' to chase me off the sky," Said Moon to Sun, with teary eye, "For it's quite up to me ... To dance the silver sea!" "Well, Summer winked at me at noon," Said Sun, "Thus teasing me to swoon - We're playing favorites, Mister Moon, For THIS star misbehaves ... To dance the golden waves!" "But that can't be - not half a chance, I'm made to paint the eve's romance," Said Moon, to Sun, with cordial glance, "Tis lovers wait my cue ... To dance the briny blue!" "Yet, wee ones play my shoreline, bright On hot days filled with laughs and light In surf," said Sun, "A-churning white, My shine on waters, cold, To dance the ocean, gold!" "Of summer sky, you've twice as much, I've wished so long, your golden touch, Still ... I take care of dreams and such, One silver-shined doubloon ... To dance the sea!" Said Moon. "Come on, let's have some shiny fun!" But came no answer from the Sun, Now her long summer day was done ... And Moonie's mischief ... just begun! ~ 3rd Place ~ in the "The Sun And The Moon" Poetry Contest, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judge & Sponsor.