If I could climb up into the night sky
And jump from star to star
To land upon the moon,
I'd apologize to it
For the way we don't appreciate its beauty enough

I'd apologize for every sunset I've watched without looking around to find its silver beauty, as I was immersed in orange and red

I'd apologize for laying back and finding the constellations in the sky but not staring in awestruck wonder at the beauty of the craters. Shadows dancing in the light the cresent gives off

As people, we should aim to be like the moon. Simple, with it's graceful imperfections, it's different dresses as time passes by and our shadow overtakes it

As people, we should not try to shine so bright as the sun, that we might burn each other if we try to look within

We should not be like the stars, so set apart from one another

We should be the moon. Silent, silver, saving graces. The light that shines in the dark and the craters that leave a mark.