Mount Gemini

Sacred twin as gentle as the sun, 

To their sacred valley may I take a glance,

How lovely the sun at its rising 

That the morning breeze is singing.

It’s nice to have some glimpse of sunlight 

But to the sacred ball don’t keep your sight, 

Just enjoy the view of the valley 

But never touch the fruit of the tree.

Though it’s tempting to suck its juice,

Color of ripeness come to seduce 

And heat dries out the spring in my throat, 

But I am here to stand for the truth.

I know the gentle sun will resume before

I’m in my final doom, the splendor

 It takes when it rises,

 The beauty it takes when it sets.