I saw a message from the sky
It told me I could orbit pick the galaxies fruit
But I could not pick the sunlight
To grow any other, but I saw the moonlight
It was low hanging like an apple
So close but far away from my existence
It was almost as if I don't exist
I then stared with my apple sight
Eyes opened large gaping the skies
It was still daytime but it felt as time lies
Almost as If it was early mornings
I saw the day die Infront of my eyes
I saw the night cried tears of stars
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 6:08 AM UTC
I saw a message from the sky
It told me I could orbit pick the galaxies fruit
But I could not pick the sunlight
To grow any other, but I saw the moonlight
It was low hanging like an apple
So close but far away from my existence
It was almost as if I don't exist
I then stared with my apple sight
Eyes opened large gaping the skies
It was still daytime but it felt as time lies
Almost as If it was early mornings
I saw the day die Infront of my eyes
I saw the night cried tears of stars
One Walk, Two Perspectives