The magic of language and words

The meek and mighty moon

The proud and bright sun said to the moon

Your job is trivial and will be of no use soon

So spend less time on earth

They hardly need the tiny light you birth

The moon in it’s meekness said nothing to the sun

And the sun in it’s pride took it as a shun

So the sun said

During your time down there

You shall garner approval from all of them, the big and the small, the short and the tall, the fat and the thin, the dark and the fair

You will garner approval from everything and everyone

If you cannot garner enough when your time is done

Then you will leave the earth for me to reign

But if you can then you are free to stay

And a prize will come your way

The sky turned red

And the sun slowly set

And the stars scattered round

Like eyes looking down

The moon appeared to watch all the night affairs

To shine light where it can

And mock the darkness and it’s plans

The heavenly bodies, the stars and the moon

Called out to the ones down here to rest soon

So when the sun rose

The moon left in peace and with prizes

Knowing that it’s job is not trivial

And has successfully garnered all possible approval