The Sun and the Moon

I climbed to the top of the mountain to see the view of the shy sun. The sun hides from the moon, smitten and in love. The moon chases the sun, night after night, but she keeps running away. How could you not watch the young lovers?

Sprawled out on this old blanket, I watch the sun shrink away and think of the moon. The moon has come back for centuries, when will it finally grow old of the same routine?

You can only chase the same star for so long until you realize how gorgeous that star on the left is, right?

But maybe not.
Maybe true love wins all.