Once upon a time…
On a land among seas, where trees are few and far between,
A giant clock ticks and a gigantic wheel turns, street lamps blaze and engines burn,
There lived a young girl with jet black curls, whose fairytale would soon unfurl
As wondrous as her bedtime tales of trials of knights and kings and queens.
One eve while with her little sister, inspired by a moon picture,
She told the story of La Luna, who fondly watched the world below her.
Every night La Luna saw how life was torn by hate and wars.
She looked upon the Earth with love, yet could not heal her from above.
As time went by the girl got older, and sought to help the world grow wiser.
Among her books stacked thick and high, she learned the Earth from ground to sky.
Sheltered in a tiny turret, she studied times of pain and flourish,
From the depths of caves to cliffs, to the leap from poor to rich.
Saddened was her tender heart, to understand what greed could start,
And how her friends across the globe had plundered and destroyed their home.
Grateful was the girl to live, and to have enough to give,
While the fortunes of the many… truth be told they had not any.
As the planet’s woes got worse, she felt humanity was cursed
By the same tales she was told, whose messages had grown too old.
So she looked upon herself, and how her life had taught her else.
With closed eyes the girl breathed in, and knew the answer laid within.
Late one night she went outside, and gazed upon the moonlit sky.
There she sat below La Luna, a candle blazing bright beside her.
She looked upon the moon with love, their wisdom bound from high above.
She smiled and with the winds she said, “Perhaps I’ll tell my tale instead.”.