The Story of the Moon
Told by a Mother to her Son…
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?”
