The Moon

The Moon

By-Amanda D. Petty

The sun is fading behind the mountains.

Turning into night,

I see the moon.

I welcome it with a tear in my eye.

I know what’s ahead of me.

The peeking moon smiles at my challenges.

I think, “Oh, how I wish the sun would bequeath me heat.”

A laughing moon awaits my tears.

“Wait no more.” I say.

The moon hangs very high.

My trials hover high too.

While the moon rules in my sky, rainstorms come.

A Noah’s Flood arrives.

Praying endlessly for the sun.

No luck.

A rainbow slowly brightens the horizon.

A dove flies back with a red rose.

Asking myself,

“Is this hope for tomorrow?”

The Sun dries my doubts.

I walk and become a renewed person.

Somehow, my challenges are a drop.

The sun shines on my life.