The freestyle

we're different. i get it.  but even the moon and the sun share the same sky.
rotating in each other's space
whispering to the same clouds
watching over the same lands
loving the same seas
the humble rose admires the wisest sycamore 
and the bark is sweeter than they make you believe
syrup running down the thighs of trees
tears on blades of grass
who know not why they cry
who know not whom they've betrayed
nature spreads her legs gently to mankind
where man has never been kind
looking into the pupils of pupils who want to learn
and yet have no idea how much teaching they are doing instead
bruised egos
battered spirits
line up to ask God for one more favor
one more consideration
for the hand of a daughter whose name is Forgiveness
meanwhile the moon and the sun share the same sky
loving one another from a distance
growing fonder
growing wiser
understanding space and time
learning that love never dies
it just shines differently
some shine in the morning
and some illuminate the night…
i get it
we're different
but even the moon and the sun share the same sky