And when the Sun will go down again,
And Moon will kiss the shyness out of the Stars,
A blush will creep throughout the sky,
And you'll want to capture the romance afar.
And meteorites will zoom, in and out of the scene,
Teasing the new couple, threatening and swishing,
And then to escape the threat of moon-ing and star-ing
They'll come running towards us and we'll be left wishing.
Laughter will echo at the theatrics going on,
And the oceans will bellow to join the occasion,
And the dancing Dolphins and enchanting Elephants,
Will make you capture the wonderland, yet again.
And when the lightning streaks will announce,
The news we somehow already know,
Flowers will bloom to surround us with beautiful hues,
And I'll find you capturing the oranges, greens and blues.
Oh, but every story can't have a happy ending!
For moon can't marry the ones we gaze,
Because the beautiful garland of colours that we praise,
Always follow the pouring Rain!