The Moon

Thanks to Justin for giving me the suggestion!

 

The Moon

 

It is hung in the skies,

By forces unknown,

To the human eyes.

 

It goes on a cycle,

A schedule that goes as planned,

On how it is seen,

By its biggest fans.

 

We see it hung up,

Like an ornament on a tree,

For most days of the year.

It blesses us with its beauty.

 

They say there is a man up there,

On the moon.

I would trade him anything,

To be in his place,

To see the sights,

To be gazed upon like there is nothing more spectacular,

To be part of that beauty,

I so much desire.

To be part of it,

Something I admire.

 

The moon,

We cannot live without it.

We have learned from it,

Explored it,

Loved it.

We pray among the stars that accompany it.

 

It is like a painting,

Made with flaws,

But those flaws all create,

What we have come to love.

Reviews

[Lyra H]

Beautifully done!

[Paul Wallace]

This is totallty awesome! I never knew that you had such an artistic talet! I really like all of the similies and metaphors. Its really good! Keep writing!

[Justin Tobey]

Beautifully done! Like Sarah, I agree with wanting to trade places with the man on the moon. I thought your ending was very interesting when you said that the flaws make the moon even better. I think that can apply to many things, including life itself. You really appreciate the moon, and it shows through your writing! Great write!!! : )

[Sarah]

Very pretty, I liked the bit about wanting to trade places with the man on the moon - I can totally agree! The moon & space are beautiful & you did a great job capturing that beauty with your words! :)