Lunatic Shadow, Verse II : Noon March

The Sun climbs the stairs of the sky..
Hardly, he climbs them..
Reaching the peak is His goal..
Before the clock struck Twelve..

Meanwhile, The land prays for the plants..
The birds rest at the trees..
The sky shows his blue..
So does with the sea..

Breathing heavily resulting from the heat..
People, delay their tasks..
Remember, the sun is still climbing..
To keep all in balance..

Marching at Sun's Side..
There shall be Clouds..
Drawing The Sky with their own soft white form..
And round the earth, for many ages..

They keep on marching..
Quickly, The wind joins them..
Blows them wherever he pleased..
Never mind, they are still marching..

The Clock struck Twelve..
Sun stops his struggle against the stairs..
At the peak of the sky he stands and shines..
And the clouds stop beside him..

Consecutively, it occurs..
Eternally, and absolutely..
It goes on..
Until The Evening arise..

Slowly, The clouds whisper..

"This Marks A Day Of Our March.."