The Moon

Hello :)

Heres a story I wrote, hope you enjoy it!

Long ago, in a land much like ours, there was a girl who watched the moon.

She watched the way it shone so bright, and went away too soon.

But what bothered her was the way it always seemed to be so sad.

It was one winter night, it troubled her, and she decided to ask her dad.

‘Père, why is the moon so sad?’

‘Sad? , asked her dad. ‘How can you tell?’

‘It’s never golden and happy like the sun.’

‘Well then, maybe you should ask it.’

With that the girl kissed her father goodnight, and slid under her blankets.

She fell asleep almost instantly, and landed on top of the moon.

‘Moon, why are you so sad?’, asked she, and lay upon it’s crescent.

‘Because,’ said he, ‘my sister the sun, is so much brighter then me.’

At this the little girl looked at the moon and told him with a smile,

‘Don’t worry Mr. Moon, it is you that I like best.’

‘Why do you say that little one? When it is my sister who shines so bright?’

‘Because,’ said the girl, ‘the sun hurts my eyes; I can stare at you all night.

It’s you Mr. Moon, that I like best, so don’t you feel so sad.’

With that the moon begun to smile, and didn’t feel so bad.

The next night the girl looked up at the moon, staring from her bed.

There the moon shone bright as ever, full, above her head.

xoxo R