SUN AND MOON STORY BY ALICE SIBAL

The sun and the moon poem story

Long ago, in a time before time,

The sun and the moon were siblings divine,

Each had a purpose, each had a role,

To light up the world and keep it whole.

The sun was bright, fiery and bold,

Its rays warm and shining, never to grow old,

It rose each day, high in the sky,

Bringing light and warmth, never to shy.

The moon, on the other hand, was serene,

Its glow cool and calm, like a peaceful dream,

It rose at night, a beacon in the dark,

Guiding all those lost, like a glowing ark.

One day, the sun grew jealous and proud,

Boasting its light was brighter and loud,

It claimed to be greater, to shine more true,

To be the most important, the only one due.

The moon was hurt, and felt cast aside,

Feeling small and dim, like its light had died,

It wept and wept, until the sun saw,

What its pride had caused, how its words were raw.

The sun felt guilty, and full of shame,

For causing the moon so much pain,

It reached out, and took the moon's hand,

Promising to share, to be a better friend.

From then on, the sun and the moon,

Shone together, in perfect tune,

One by day, and one by night,

Both lighting up the world, oh so bright.

And so it is, to this very day,

The sun and the moon, in harmony play,

Reminding us all, to share and care,

To be kind and humble, and always fair.