The Cursed Young Sparrow, The Magnificent Sun, The Jealous Moon And The Ever-Giving Earth. Poem by Zoe Martin

The moon may be jealous of the magnificent sun, but it holds in itself its selfish opinions. If the wonders and mysteries so much larger and greater than ourselves refrain from spouting selfish lies why we must, the beings of this delicate earth decide to fester and grow on the pain and sheer misery of others? Why magnificent sun, must you shine for all that we are or will ever be, when underneath our friendly faces we are merely what the human mind has made us, what the stars had never dreamed of seeing. The devil itself is portrayed through the eyes of our opinions. How can the earth thrive so abundantly, when so many abuse its pure kindness? With its endless giving and care for so many sinful people who never think to return what isn’t rightfully theirs? Tell me young sparrow, with wings so agile are you really free? Do you really go everywhere you could dream of going? Wings should be a gift, young sparrow. But so should life and yet its luxuries are abused. Sparrow you may fly high above our proud or perhaps hung heads but looking down on the destruction we make must be a curse you wish was not given to you. Then again, young sparrow, just like the rest of the maze of thought that surrounds us on this delicate earth, we’ll never know what it’s like to fly on wings so light and nimble. So this earth will give us everything it has and show us its ways, even the magnificent sun and the jealous moon reach down their rays and enlighten us. Still we refuse to listen; we insist we have the answers. Hidden behind the lies is the truth, but hidden behind the truth is reality.