What The Moon Teaches

I turn my head to the sky,

often dumbfoundedly shocked

that we are creatures small;

the moon reminds we forgot.

Ever there so seemingly peer

does the moon from the sky.

Underneath it we are chaotic;

short-lived with dieing light.

What need of us does a sphere,

who is constant upon its watch,

the answer is it needs us not.

We’re but specks upon a rock.

Yet the moon has not loved;

innate is it’s hard surface solid.

It speaks loud in tough lessons

unmoved by our thoughts on it.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. kristianw84 says:

    I LOVE this!! It really does make one ponder! So true & so very well written. Most of my favorite poems are about or are inspired by the moon. This one included!

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