I should tell you a thing
that happened many centuries ago,
that only I know of.
The stars were going on again
about how great it would be
to replace the moon with the sun.
“Oh, she’s so dull; she’s no fun.
The sun shines brighter;
she’d be so much better for us.”
They all connived to do the replacement
that ended up being very successful.
no one even knew they existed
with the sun shining so bright;
they hated every minute of having her around.
The grass is greener when you look from afar.
Flowers tend to be extremely beautiful,
until you pluck them to keep and they die.
The sun draws you to her,
she gives light and love and warmth,
like a beautiful, adult siren,
until you draw really close.
The moon decided to return,
and take her place,
as you can see;
your moon may not decide to.