When the Sun Met the Moon & Where the Wind Goes
by Alan Valenzuela
University of the Incarnate Word
Alan Valenzuela is a rising medical professional on the brink of graduation with a degree in Rehabilitative Science from the University of the Incarnate Word.
When the Sun Met the Moon
When the sun met the moon,
It was a sight to behold.
For the sun was ablaze with light,
And the moon calm and cold.
The sun was a fiery ball of flame,
Burning brightly in the sky,
While the moon was a silvery orb,
Gently floating by.
At first they were afraid to meet,
For they were so different, you see,
But as they drew closer and closer,
They felt a strange harmony.
The sun spoke first, in a voice of gold,
"I am the bringer of light and warmth,
I light up the day and make it bold,
And bring life to this world."
The moon replied, in a voice of silver,
"I am the queen of the night,
I guide the lost with my gentle shimmer,
And bring peace to those in fright."
And so they talked for hours on end,
Sharing stories of their lives,
And as they talked, they began to blend,
Until they were one in each other's eyes.
Now they share the sky, day and night,
One bright and one serene,
And as they rise and set, they unite,
In a dance that's never been seen.
For the sun and the moon are lovers now,
Bound by a bond so rare,
And they'll continue to light up the world,
Together, as a pair.
Where the wind goes
Where the wind goes, nobody knows.
It flows through the air, and it never slows.
It travels high, and it travels low,
And it takes with it, the seeds to sow.
Sometimes it's gentle, like a lover's caress,
Other times, fierce, with no time to rest.
It can carry the scent of fresh flowers,
Or the salty tang of sea showers.
It dances with the leaves on the trees,
And whispers secrets in the ears of the breeze.
It rustles through the fields of corn,
And brings the scent of a new day born.
It carries the clouds across the sky,
And the birds on their journey, as they fly.
It sings a song that only the free can hear,
And fills our hearts with hope and cheer.
So where the wind goes, we may never know,
But we feel its presence, and we watch it blow.
And we know that wherever it may roam,
It's always searching, for a place called home