The Moon

by Samarah Mirza

There's something special about the moon. The way she looks different every night, a constant companion to our beloved Earth. She’s always there, watching from above, offering her guidance to those who seek it.

Yes, the sun is special too. With her comes snow cones, and beach days, and endless hours of camaraderie. But the moon? The moon, she offers silent nights of reflection, a shoulder to cry on, a friend to listen to sorrowful stories and laugh about rendezvous with lovers gone wrong.

Day and night she watches as our lives unfold, following, smiling, and blooming when things go right, and taking shelter with the clouds when things go wrong.

Why don’t more people recognize the beauty she beholds? Her luminescent glow lights up the night, a path to follow for those misguided. She makes the stars shine brighter, and she sways the ocean with her moods.

She is slowly drifting away from us, and one day, she will be but a forgotten memory. A myth, a folk tale about the mighty planet that ruled the ocean. The cratered sphere that was always watching. The silent, unappreciated companion who packed her bags and left us high and dry. Quite literally.