the moon rises to her throne in the night sky, a call to her sons and daughters the one million stars twinkling up high
the sun takes his rest after his day of thrills coddled within valleys hidden behind hills the cacophony of space the quiet mystery that it holds each constellation is a whisper a secret yet to be told.
a large, wealthy family with millions chasing their symphony, watching the night coat the earth with serendipity. moon watches the children cuddle their pillows and the mothers toiling away the father absorbing the TV he hadn’t seen all day
and there is a child, barely sixteen whose eyes glimmer with the ambition to succeed. A girl with a heart of gold and skin made of steel.
there is a fire in her bones that ignites the insanity in her soul a relentless determination saying one day, my story will be told It’s a story yearning for a reader just waiting for ears to listen it’s a dream fading away but not quite too distant.