Clear is thy face,
The face of a youthful man,
That stares at all,
During the silence of the night.
The dotted emptiness,
Disturbs not his soul,
For he shows the world his joyous grin,
As his happiness sheds cascades of light.
His name is known by all,
Who dwell upon the earth,
For his smile is so tremendous,
That none can forget.
Every night he comes about,
Throwing balls of bliss unto everyone,
Which enables the world to shine.
He leaves his mark all around him,
As his grin lingers on,
Though vanishes by the arrival of the morning sun.
