Moon EnvyA Poem by Arra Frost
Should you really envy the moon? Yes it's beautiful and exotic, but is it worth it?
The crescent moon shimmers
In the calm water beside me.
Staring at me,
Or is it?
The moon has all the night sky to itself
But there it is, forever trapped
Left alone in its starry sky,
Am as free as the wind itself.
I go anywhere I please
Tasting the humid, dry, fresh or stale airs
Feeling the terrain beneath my bare feet.
But the moon
Cannot experience anything
It sees from up above.
That's how I know
That the eyes it watches me with
Are not judging
But jealous of the freedom I possess.
So I do not envy the beautiful moon,
I pity it.
© 2010 Arra Frost
AboutI've been writing since I was nine... it's kind of a way of life for me by now. I write almost anything really and of nearly any genre. I'm also an editor and director. Currently I am in my 4th year o.. more..