Call him sunchild.
Perched on top of the inferno
dreaming in the sunlight’s burrow
waving a silver wand to the morning-birds’ song.

He is a sunchild.
Dancing on top of the blazing fountain,
waiting for the moonchild at the top a mountain
Oh moon child. let me see your twilight.

He is a sunchild.
Thinking of the moon children, the depths of the sun.
then he wishes
Oh moon child, let me see moonlight.
It will be so much fun.

He is a sun child
waiting for moon child
oh moon child, where is your twilight?

(copied as written by Zara, submitted by her granddad)