The Earths View

The moon is not just a mere imitation of the sun. It rather is all of the softened light and brightness that the sun fails to let shine through instead of its harsh harming rays. It shines in its whitewashed sickly way as it travels the not so distance reaches of space coming back to its same place. The sun sits on its throne in the center of its territory inescapably effulgent with sharpened teeth, villainous grin with a blood curdling laughter that readily is mistaken for joy or happiness. For in reality it itself cannot get away, it will never get away. The masterfully maudlin Moon in its quiet quiet glow dominates the night, giving peace and rest in its presence. By day though, all is undone as the golden god sun returns. she eats ravenously away at what this melancholy moon has done, as the green grass becomes a nausea inducing brown and all things dry up and burn, calls it her own, then spits it back for the moon to repair repeated cycle. but it cant get away, it will never get away. The mellow moon in all its serenity calls the waters to it. And as the sophomoric sea collects at the sandy edges it gets as close as it can to the moon and envies the false freedom that it has the privilege of enduring. As the dawn comes the oceans shrink back for fear of withering in a pitiful fashion. For they cannot get, away they will never get away The moon sits in its domain slowly circumnavigating that with which holds it back. the strings of space time and unfortunate circumstance grasp it and keep it hovering. How it wishes it could leave. Find another place far far far from its parent sun. The sun though is satisfied by where it is and grips the manic moons asylum to keep it in place. For it cannot get away, it will never get away Only once in a while does the chagrin moon gather the courage to face the sun and in this moment all becomes dark and the equanimous earth stands still and gazes upon the two.