The Story of the Moon

Told by a Mother to her Son…

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A ball of smoke, gas —
A man of great power
Tossed it about in his hands,
Blew light into its center,
And flung it into the air.

Hanging…
Fitting perfectly in night’s

SKY —

The moon gives us peace
When we need it most.
“But, who will take it down?
Doesn’t it get it tired
Shining all of the time?”

Well, no. It has a job to do,
And it does it well.
“Like you do yours, Mommy?”

Sure son, like I do mine.

I’m more than breath & bones, I’m nectar in waiting — Owner ACG •Editor PSILY •Writing for the cosmos. •https://acorneredgurl.com

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