The sun, a celestial orb so bright,
Revolves our world with all its might.
A spectacle of power and grace,
Its glory shines, a radiant embrace.

But ignorance can cloud our view,
And make us think the sun is true,
Unparalleled in all its might,
A misconception, day and night.

Each day it journeys, slow and grand,
Across the sky, a golden strand.
It reaches its destination true,
A daily feat, a sight anew.

At dawn, its charm, a radiant glow,
Captivates hearts, both high and low.
Like a tiny bug's ear, it gleams,
Eliciting praise, it seems.

But at its zenith, bright and bold,
Its splendor can be hard to hold.
Its dazzling light, a stark display,
Reminds us all, it fades away.

The moon, with gentle, silver light,
Guides the night, dispelling fright.
Its...