The moon cried to me.
So, I caught her tears
And kissed her pale lips.
She said, " My sister is full of need
And she can't conquer the fears."
I console her through this emotional fit.
My hand full of tears,
I softly caress her cheek
As tears from cups fall to the ground.
From that spot a single flower appears.
I wonder if this is the answer we seek.
From the budding flower
Comes the most wondrous sound.
The flower sang of a brighter day,
Of golden corn that would feed the world
And that happiness truly comes from within.
The moon leaned in and asked,
"What did it say?"
At that moment I dried and curled
And took the secret with me
Into the wind.