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.

Fitting perfectly in night’s


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. •

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