The Gift Poem by Brianna Wilshusen

The moon shines bright,
So is my might.
Do not hurt me,
Nor call me names.
I am a friend of all,
The day and with the night.
Every one has a purpose,
We all need a free spirit.
We all must survive,
In order for death.
We were created with love,
And with kindess of his grace.
Zeus our father God,
Hera our Goddess.
We are of them,
They are of us.
Their family is ours,
This world is of their breath.
We need them for living,
They need us for life.
Aphroditie makes us love,
So Aries makes us hate.
Athena for wisdom,
Posideon for sea.
With out their being,
We would not have life.
They are my Gods,
Aye this is old.
The religion no more,
Is unheard of today.
For this I was born,
Here to spread their words.
I am different,
I am a message.
If you believe not,
I can change you rmind.
I was made to serve their purpose,
I was created for their needs.
They need me to live,
As I need their gift.
Their great gift of my life,
I am the messanger.