Each moon greets us with its own song;
The cool breezes and the night wind.
Each moon greets us with a new song;
The chilly heat of a night wind.
It's the time to smile, laugh and live
Yet the time to think, live and die
But while we worry to... to live,
Let's live ev'ry moment to th' sky.
Listen to the song of the moon;
The birds that will chirrup at night;
The birds, the chirrup in your voice;
The beauty of your smile at night.
Dance is the still voice in ' blue sea —
yet the silent beauty at night,
Dance is the jingling beads of glee
and the saunt'ring mist through sunlight.
Akinwale Peace Akindayo