One night the crescent moon, who was wrought with jealousy
Declared with deep resentment, “I wish I wasn’t me”
The stars around him listened as he started to describe
The reasons that his life was hard, in moon-like diatribe
He said, “Why can’t I be the sun who greets the world each morn?
When she shines her beams of light, a newer day is born
The plants rejoice and bask beneath her incandescent rays
The world once dark, is lit again, beneath her brilliant blaze
“Or maybe I’d be better off if I were born a tree
With roots of strength and brawny branches filled with greenery
My shade would give the passersby a chance to sit and rest
And birds would build their homes among my lofty limbs,” he pressed
“Why can’t I be a mountain, quite impressive in its form?
Who braves the elements with calm like eye of summer’s storm
He dares the world to climb so high, to reach his pointed peak
His challenge calls for greatness, so his majesty I seek”
The stars responded gently, “Yes, but if you were the sun
Who would be the moon to light the night for everyone?
Who but you can show the world such silent transformation?
Crescent shape to round and full, of heaven’s demonstration
“Who but you, celestial friend, could guide the troubled spirit?
That cries into the dark of night, with only you to hear it
For when the wand’rer looks your way, there’s hope for something new
A candle lit against the dark, a promise to pursue”
The moon was filled with wonder then, awed by his design
He felt a deeper purpose, one that now he could define
His jealousy subsided and his heart was filled with grace
He thanked the stars for putting his perspective back in place
Sometimes we get caught up with all the things we cannot do
We focus on our shortcomings and choose a narrow view
And when we dwell upon the self we wish that we could be
We fail to show the world our own originality
And so, it takes the stars, our friends who see beyond our flaws
To look at things another way and take the time to pause
For to the world, we’re signs of hope and promise of new day
The mountains, sun, the stars, and moon on glorious display
-C. O'Connell-
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