The moon and the stars

The moon and the stars were the only ones that understood her. She would beam and glow under the night sky. Leap and bound into the distance. She was like a spring flower, newly blooming, soft and delicate. Easily broken. But the girl found the one thing that made her feel strong. The moon and stars under the cover of darkness she grew.

The old swing in the tree that was made by her brother when she was three was the place she liked to be. Under the moon and stars. As the stars twinkled the moon spoke. The moon told her she was strong. Strong as can be.

As the sun began to rise she ran and fled. Under the sunlight she was nothing but a mouse so she said. But the others said she was a lion. She strength and courage. She overcame things she thought no one knew. She was the goddess of the sun everyone believed.

But she never knew this is how she was perceived. She believed she was a small little mouse.

Under the moon and the stars.