War of sun and moon
Arguing over light
Who was brighter
In comparison.
I, says sun, am able to cast shadows deep and wide.
Aye, says moon, as can I on a snowy drift deep in winter’s dark.
Bluebirds sing melodies about I.
Aye, ’tis true, but owl lives for time with me alone in woods.
Flowers reach up to me seeking more of my casting.
Aye, true tho the night jasmine would not be as sweet without me.
People rise when first I wake the slumbering earth, utters sun
This be true as is they toast me at end of day, says moon.
Cloud comes open upon my command, declares sun.
Mist makes for magic under my spell, whispers moon.
All the while they argued over and over who held brightest, earth watched patiently, quietly and knew the truth.
Without the other there would be no light at all.
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