Does the night come before the dawn
Or does it follow day?
We weren't around when it all began
So really, who's to say?
Who sprinkled the stars across the sky
And gave them their magical light?
That hides in the rays of the sun in the day
And only comes out at night?
Who hung the sun in the sky so high
Its light shines down on all?
And takes a whole day to travel the sky
Earning some rest by nightfall.
Who gave the moon its ghostly green glow
Waxing and waning by night?
Or the eternal enchantment of its pull
In which lovers and wolves delight?
So keep your eyes up to the skies in constant awe
Of this world and all its mysteries...
Don't dare let go of your questioning mind
The answers are in the breeze.