Two little boys

Two little boys 
Sat by the pond,
One named Peter
And the other named Leon.
Casting ripples across the water,
Reflections they did catch,
And when the sun was cosied low,
From the backs, silhouettes did hatch.
The sun eventually, tucked up tight 
By the mother moon,
And so the two boys shifted
As day turned into noon.
Moons children, now came out to play
Dancing overhead,
Dance like no one is watching
To her loves, she once said.
The pond lay smooth like a mirror,
Reflecting the black satin sky,
And when the stars finished dancing
The sun began opening its eyes.
From black satin to a radiant blue ceiling,
The day had again started anew,
Life had come back to the pond,
And so, those little boys too.
Two little boys, again by the pond
One was named Peter 
And the other name Leon.