I have no clue where I am going with this, just roll with it.
The sunrise, the sunset,
they had a bet.
Each claimed they were
the sun’s favorite time,
his reason to shine.
“I wake him up,” the Sunrise boasted.
“I put him to bed, or you’d all be roasted.”
“I am his alarmclock, the one he depends on.”
“I sing him lullabies, gentle lulling songs.”
And the moon watched, with something like glee.
She giggled at what they didn’t see.
That they, two rivals in the sky,
were one and the same,
the sun’s guards, just walking him across the highs,
like a dog on a leash.