Majesty

We only see the bright side of the moon

It reflects the brightest light it can upon us

We see the stars shining

But they don’t offer much guidance 

Do stars ever get jealous of the moon’s light?

I think not. 

Though the moon may be bright

The stars hold magic

We just have to be close enough to see it

Is the moon jealous of the stars?

I think not

It takes the light of our sun and allows it to give hope even in darkness

We feel and see the effects of the sun though

We don’t make a habit of looking up and the sun

It burns and scorches the unprepared eye

Yet it sustains all life

Allows growth and hope to penetrate us all

Does the sun ever become jealous of the moon, whom everyone can look at to enjoy?

I think not

Does she ever become envious of the magic of stardust as it rains from the heavens?

I think not.

But her.

She has magic the stars with they had

She has the gentle beauty of the moon, yet more ability to give hope than the moon could ever dream

She has the fierce brightness of the sun, yet the sun wishes for the joy she spreads

The self-believing magic

For the darkness pressing as hard as it can

Cannot extinguish the

Sun, moon, or stars.

Or her.

You.