Then as the Sun rises

And day overtakes night,

Our Moon moves to her rest

Bathed in glorious sunlight.

She reigns through her faces

With a crystal white light,

Lady of Darkness,

Queen of the Night.

Our Sun is the Lord

Of the daytime and might,

Father Sun,

Golden Sun,

Warmth and bright light.

Yet no battle do they do,

No war do they bring,

For they are the oldest of lovers

And to us they do sing,

The most ancient of songs,

Of waking and sleep,

Of beginnings and endings

And in their arms do they keep,

All of our world

And the worlds far beyond,

Safely and gently,

Protected from harm.

Our own loving mother

Sings to us through the night,

Our father holds our days

Filled with warm golden light.

They bring us our tides,

Help grow our babies and food,

We are their children,

Both hurtful and good.

Their dance is eternal,

Their love infinite.

A continuous form,

Hand clasped and held tight,

They circle roundabout

From day unto night.

Heralding and parenting

The seasons of our Earth,

They mark out our lifetimes

From birth to rebirth.