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Jealous Moon
JEALOUS MOON The moon was jealous of the sun He who got to shine all the days Illuminating the moon by night And providing warmth for Earth But of humility there was a dearth With pride in its life-giving light Even through a dull misty haze It was there when life had begun But the moon had secrets of her own The cause of tides across the world A near neighbour for man to explore Offering a sobering view of our planet An inspiring photo, none could plan it Mankind had not thought of it before In a loyal fixed orbit as it gently curled And reachable by man as was shown Meanwhile the sun remained all alone None could ever reach it and survive Burning hot gasses and big solar flares Streaming dangerous ultraviolet light Burning half the Earth by day and night And still possible to catch us unawares Yet its role was now to keep us all alive As the world’s population had grown The bright sun felt sorry for the moon All grey and dusty, a puckered surface No atmosphere and of mixed origin Peppered with craters big and small Yet still, so few facts are known at all But the sun’s slow death would begin Millennia yet, but no planned service For humanity it’s hoped not too soon
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