• She was your moon,

    and she was pushing you,

    back and forth,

    washing over the sand,

    and casting the smallest of,

    reflections upon you.

    Then the sun came out,

    its rays reflecting,

    off of your surface,

    causing diamonds to,

    replace the water.

    Yet you shied away,

    too scared to stray from,

    the moon since you were,

    used to the usual routine.

    So you stayed calm during the day,

    but at night you were,

    forming grand waves,

    and creating beautiful designs,

    to please the moon.

    And the sun seemed to grow dim,

    as she grieved,

    later that day,

    because you wouldn't,

    do the same for her.