Twenty thousand Moons and more
have set upon these eyes,

all have died

and Suns have risen bright
to bring fresh hope
and life to darkened
tortured skies.

I have seen the forest burn
and the river turn to sand
I have watched the locust swarm
to make a mockery of the land.

And beauty there has been and will
in every beating heart
until
then,
twenty thousand Moons or more
each and every one I saw
but
there are others
that I will miss.