The moon is a shadow reflecting the sun each night, so it doesn't look as bright.
many nights go past and the moon is just a glare no one cares it's there.
though the sun is loved all day, watch it rise and set, orange, yellow, and red, people come again and again.
Even though the moon is very different, with an idea one without the moon in the atmosphere.
the stars noticed, they are the ones who cares for the moon, liked the moon for itself
the moon listened to the stars and stoped itself.
a day passes and the sun sees the moons scars. the moon gets an idea to leave red, to be dead.
That gave the sun power, made the stars shout for hours, at the rude sun I had become.
and the sun left bright as ever.
the stars and moon are stuck like glue, a new friendship is born.
When the sun left that day, the so called friends decided to stay.
Friends,happy, and proud in every way. now the moon reflects the stars and promises no new scars.
© Emily Mccollor