If one is not true whats the point of living?
Look at the stars, how they solemnly surround the moon
Their luminescence works together as one
Neither are selfish, nor greedy
They lay in silence with one another
Light upon Light, Light upon dark
The stars arrange themselves in such a manner
Where one cannot say
Why have you chosen to be so distant?
Because their precise locations
Is what gives them beauty
And what about the moon?
Isn’t its size much more vast than the stars?
Most certainly, but it lights the rest
Like a mother would, her children
She feeds her offspring equally
Yet, unconditionally
What would life be if one were not true?
An inverted star