I went to talk to Ms. Moon that dark night Only to find she was crying tears of golden light. Pretty and painful, the tears, they were And made time seem like one big blur. "Why do you cry, Ms. Moon?" I ask. She begins to answer, hiding behind her mask. "Child, as I slowly slip away Into the darkness of cold space The tides, they weaken constantly A few more eons till the sea Is flat and still and constant sunshine And no more sleep for the children who whine." "'But wait...' I think and I realize The sun will die before my eyes. And years will come and years will go But you'll never get to know For Earth and life will rot and die As I pass away in the now dead sky." "But Ms. Moon," I smile and say "You should live happily everyday. As we wither and rot, you might just see The times of when you were happy. And as you slowly drift away Into the calling abyss of space You'll be able to be content And know your time was very well spent."
