The moon does not choose to be hidden by the clouds
The wind tells the clouds to shroud it
Hide its pale form from the world
Yet even its faint glow is not its own
It simply reflects the light of the sun
But no one thinks of this
They can see the moon
Who cares that it does not shine its own light
The moon is a thing of beauty to behold
Why does it matter that is far away
Too far to be reached by everyday people
Most people
And they do not even care to try and reach out to it
They just look upon it from time to time
Whenever the sun allows it to shine
Whenever the wind decides to move the obstructing clouds away
But even so
The moon does not complain
It just does as it is commanded by others
Even though the world only gazes longingly at its forced beauty
It does not falter
Does not alter
From which it has always done
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january 27, 2004
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