South-wind blow your living breeze,
nourish plants and grass and trees.
Bring with you the ocean mist,
quenching lands the sun has kissed.
Brother wolf, be south-winds guide,
howling through the great divide.
The moon in turn will clear your way
turning the night back into day.
The baying stops; the moon is gone,
the sun grows drowsy, starts to yawn.
Now bashful moon in green-eyed spite,
chases the day back into night.
For now the circle turns and coils
and all mankind, reap the spoils.
Enjoying both the moon and sun,
yet another phase is almost done.
Although they chase each other's forms
and unify, creating storms.
Behind the scenes, earth smiles and grins,
creating life forms while she spins.
Perhaps they ought to stop their fight
but without day, there’d be no night.
And all of life would fade away,
without the night - chasing the day.
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