The earth, starting out so dark and barren, with storms raging on on its surface, freshly born from the miraculous stardust which makes all things

The moon, so bland but beautiful on the inside, created at the same time as earth

But both were heading on a collision course

The earth would grow to be the beautiful one, creating all life known to man and letting everything inhabit it

The moon would grow to be one of the most sought for objects, creating mysteries and giving people hope to find a new place to live.

But when both of them clashed, the earth was the victor

Trapping the moon in its orbit and keeping it all to itself

But the moon doesn't mind it's relationship with earth

So they'll be in each other's presence for all of eternity

The earth, so bold and different, loves the sun with all of its will.

But the sun, so bright but toxic, doesn't love the earth more just because it appreciates the sun.

The sun doesn't show the earth any more love but instead tries to **** it.

Sending its powerful waves down on it, trying to destroy it from all of its life and leave it barren.

But the earth can only take so much.

The earth keeps fighting and fighting the Suns powerful rays but eventually get too weak and will subside to the suns heartlessness.

Eventually the earth will be barren, with no life or love, because of the Suns doings.

The sun had no idea what it was doing, until it was too late and the sun lost the precious earth and all of its support.

The sun took the earth for granted and figured it would always appreciate it do it didn't show any sign of caring.

And the sun was right. The earth always cared. But the earth began to grow too weak and too vulnerable to keep fighting for the love of the sun.

So the earth ceded from the sun and laid barren for all the rest of its life.

It couldn't love anyone as much as it loved the sun. And so it saw no use in trying to fight any longer.

Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.

The wind blowing by

Moving the seeds of the dandelion

The one who died to be spread

The wind spreads the dandelions seeds everywhere

Across fields and streams

But there's something different about this breeze

It's picking up

Taking the seeds further and further away

Until

They vanish

Not knowing where they are

They can't grow into dandelions

But instead lived their short miserable lives

Floating in the wind

Waiting to be carried off

By something that wasn't meant to be

The two comets

Coming from different parts of the universe

Connecting in a fiery manner

Destroying each other

Failing to realize

They were meant to be

The young planet

Harsh and cold on the outside

Yet warm and inviting on the inside

Meets the older planet

Warm and inviting

Caring and loving

Colliding with each other

But not creating havoc

Instead creating a new environment

Which they benefit from each other

But after a while

The older planet leaves the younger

But doesn't leave without an impression

Teaching the young to not be so harsh

How to care

And they part ways

Only in hopes to reunite once again