Am the moon.
People began to swoon...
Thinking I shine because of my own light.
That I'm the one that lit up the night...
Casting shadows of beauty to sight.
But Earth sent me into hiding
A contemplative abiding
Silent... but not still...
Introspective drinking in swillingly...
The thought of things it said...
So... willingly...
Hidden from all light!
Not even a sliver to sight!
I was in hiding for several nights...
Only allowed to emerge...
A little... at... a time.
A little... at... a time.
As Earth cared enough to let me out slowly,
As I was fearful and rather lowly.
As Earth moved...
I realized what shown...
It's burning heat and light
Lit my face more than ever bright.
Lighting up land, sea and sky that night!
The Sun made me bright...
We are never bright because of ourselves. We always reflect something/someone. Whether that be our families, our friends or our faith. We are never anywhere or anything without with those things. We are only as tall as those upon whom we stand...
I'm not very tall own my own...
