The sun gazed in silence upon the silver moon, <br />Jealous and angry that the moon shone every night. <br />In silent envy, she impatiently waits <br />For the moon to move, and for it to be her turn to emerge. <br /> <br />But eventually, <br />She ran out of patience. <br />She demanded of the moon <br />That she be allowed to come-out. <br /> <br />But the wise moon refused. <br />“All things must run its course. <br />If the moon was to be thrown from the sky, <br />What would become of night? ” <br /> <br />“I would rule the night! ” Declared the sun, <br />In all her foolishness. <br />“Then the night and the day would be one. <br />Then, the world would certainly be a better place! ” <br /> <br />And the moon shook its head in pity <br />At the sun, so jealous of what the moon had. <br />“You don’t seem to realize, ” said the moon with a tearful sigh, <br />“That I am just a reflection of you.”<br /><br />Katie Jensen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seven-deadly-sins-envy/
