"A story indeed, ‘bout the sun and the moon..."
A Children’s Story: Moonshine
By Nithya Gottipati
Long, long ago and so far, far away,
In a place we call space lies a story they say -
A story indeed, ‘bout the sun and the moon,
A story of love, but we’ll get to that soon.
Both the moon and the sun were the kids of a king,
The kind and fair ruler of everything.
With the universe held between both of his hands,
Soon the time came to divide up his lands.
So he took what he had and then split it in two -
Giving morn to the sun and night to the moon.
While one rose up, the other sank down
In an immortal cycle, around and around.
Right from the start the bold sun was the best,
With great brilliance and beauty, he surely was blessed.
Through his rays and his warmth, he brought comfort to all,
Both the old and the young, both the big and the small.
During daylight the people would come out to play,
But then in the darkness would all hide away.
And the moon couldn’t help but feel lonely and frail
When she could only be cratered and pale.
As the moon spent the hours secluded on end,
There was no one to talk to, no one to call friend.
The cold darkness took over through hurt and dismay -
She was beginning to wane, and beginning to fade.
Through her tears the moon looked to the desolate ground
And caught sight of a boy who was earthbound.
After facing such sadness, she began to rejoice
And the moon listened closer to hear his small voice.
“If I ever feel lonely, I look at the moon -
I know that somebody, somewhere must look at it too.
For it shines in the dark with a silvery haze,
Twinkling under each sleepy li’l gaze.
“She is hope and persistence against all the odds,
And her craters are marks of endurance, not flaws!
The moon washes the windows and dances off glass,
Resting on trees and painting the grass.”
So the moon was the reason that dreams could come true
It was only her outlook that made her so blue.
She was held in the hearts of so many indeed,
And though she was alone, she now wasn’t lonely.
Do not ever believe that you’re less than you are,
And shine like our moon against each scattered star.
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