by M. K. Austin
This is just a silly poem about the sun and moon I wrote on a whim.
|The sun, we all want it to feel and smile like we do.
Wow, now I contemplate, how do we know this to be true?
The sun and the moon fill the sky so high every dawn and dusk and sing to those below the mountain tops and in the valleys.
The mists of midnight flow beneath the moonlit horizon.
The sun rises always in the east, yes it does this fine job all the time, but one day in 5 billion years it will kiss us all a firey goodbye.
The dooming year of 2100 is looming, and I question if I will even exist here still, but I can not weep for what is uncertain.
I hope a teardrop never slips down the cheeks of the ones who knew me, for you see, I plan to regret nothing.
The moon, what a guide.
We are lost without the light and life it brings to empty minds.
The oceans would be torn asunder, if not to have been at all without our guide, the moon.
We should live not for selfish reasons but to protect what keeps us—the people who dwell on the earth—safe, content, and comfortable.