To the moon
Said the sun
‘Begin us some fun
Let such rules be heard
That all shall submerge
In the wild, to be free
Precariously
Doing all to survive
Roaming far and wide
Thinking they may control
How it works
But they don’t’.
Said the moon in return
‘But what should they learn?
If they stride too fast
What lessons will last
How will one reflect?
Acting circumspect
And driven by fear
Keeping hate too near
And they keep themselves going
But where do they go?’
A confident sun
Said ‘free will has begun!’
They’ll follow their call
Choosing big, choosing small
The truth will be theirs
And we’ll comfort their stares
As they pray for our voice
To guide their next choice
But deep down they know
Which way they’re to go
And they’ll do what is best
For their soul
To grow
‘Gosh’ the moon sighed
A worry reply
‘We’ve not thought this through
For what should we do?
If the soul of the meek
Should faintly speak
And reflection dies
As lies
They rise
And time drives a need
To travel with speed
From one place to another
To only discover
Dissatisfaction
And plan further action
To plough much more
Than they managed before!’
The sun scratched his head
‘Let’s try this instead
We work closely together
With land
And the weather
To us all may ponder
Their faith growing fonder
In what we create
To be loved’.
‘Agreed!’ said the moon
No moment too soon
When life
Gives life
All reasons to be.’
I felt like I could *see* the moon and sun talking.
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Haha… Thank you! I wasn’t sure about this one, after I wrote it I was like ‘does this actually work??’ But thought I’d post it anyway, it’s good to see the process rather than only worry about the end result :). Thank you so much for reading, I’m glad the sun and moon were seen ✌🏼️💕
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