Clouds overthrow

Written by: douglas pederson

I am the moon
But not I, for I am the sun
We are clouds much different than both
Able to confiscate your shine or glow

You being the moon, your face will fade
And for you old pious sun, the sky will turn gray

You are observed with admiration
We being of no fame are resentful
Ten thousand years we’ve rolled about
Today we will blind you for all your worth