I love the moon.

And she loves us too.

I love the moon.

I love the way she shines bright at night, leading people who are lost in the dark.

I love the way she shines through the branches, almost like she is reaching out one of her pale, slender white hands, trying to hold you, tell you it’s all alright.

I love the way she hides during the day, sleeping in her castle, away in her soft cloud bed, with shimmery curtains, her soft, silky long cream hair spread out across the pillow.

During that time, her star children like to watch for her, so they can seem invisible during day.

I love the way sometimes she’s closer, and sometimes she’s farther. When she’s closer, it’s because she knows we’ve had a hard day, I and is trying to comfort us- even though she knows she can’t get too close. That was part of the promise.

When she’s farther, she can sense our happiness, the way we smile in our sleep. She watches us from afar, knowing we’re okay, a smile on her face, lighting up the whole sky.

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When she’s mad, that’s when she turns red. It rarely happens; she’s very peaceful and wishes good to everyone. But every now and then, she gets mad…and that’s when people are scared of her.

When she’s blue, that’s when she’s the happiest. She hosts a large ball on the moon, and everyone comes and dances for the whole night, making the moon shine bigger and brighter.

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She’s a truly beautiful thing. Although she’s very small and sensitive. That’s why we need to protect her as much as we can.

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Emmi.