A string woven from trust,
Curiosity,
Affection,
Strength,
Care,
Emotion.
So when that fragile thread
Trembles, and threatens to snap,
Love cries out in despair,
Trying to tug the thread back,
To safety,
Back where it belongs,
Back where it is strong
And secure.
With love,
All doubters run,
The sun shines brighter,
The winter nights are warmer
With love,
The pain is more lasting,
With vulnerable tears falling,
At the slightest damage
Done your heartstrings.
On the vast meadow
Of gentle blue,
The sun takes her children
Out to play.
The sweet little clouds
Leap and frolic
In their mother’s golden shadow.
But soon, their jumps get slower,
And their eyes start to droop,
So mother Sun takes them home,
Emptying the sapphire sky.
But not for long.
Another family appears-
The mother duck and her ducklings-
The moon and her stars.
Their shadows dyeing the sky
A dark, mysterious blue
Like a deep, calm ocean.
The moon’s pretty stars
Twinkle and shine,
Joyfully holding hands in different patterns and groups.
