25/09/26

 Some people are like the sun

At their highest point they make the world want to step outside

The world feels warmer in their presence

And marvel at what a beautiful day they're going to have, now the sun's out

And when there are clouds, you can still see far enough to take the next step

The clouds don't always mean rain is coming

Sometimes they're a momentary respite from the scorching heat

Of suns that can burn a little too bright, for a little too long

Even though they do, we still want them to come back once we've cooled off in the clouds

Other people are like the moon

At their fullest, we observe them and think of their beauty

The world goes quiet for a full moon, waiting to hear the animals howl, or the owls call out

Even when they're waning, or crescent-shaped, they can still shine brightly

And cut through deep blacks and blues of the night

If there are clouds, the air becomes darker, and more suffocating

We have to wait for the clouds to pass, but it never lasts long

And when they're out, people write poetry about them

Or about the sparkles in the ground from the frosty ice, reflecting the moon's brilliance