there were pretty daises

but the lights are all gone

the sun’s on vacation

the stars have seen a galaxy

far more beautiful than ours

they’ve gone on a journey

 

the light bulbs have burst

the powers had enough

he’s through with selfishness

more and more we ask of him

less and less we ask about him

how are you?

 

the moon’s all alone

most of her companions

are off on an adventure

searching for good, better, best

beauty is prize they seek to win

but she knows it has no victor

 

there were pretty daisies

but we let them all die

we wandered away

or sought only to obtain

we saw them wither, wilt, rot

we’ll plant again when the light’s come home

 

the sun became greedy with appreciation, the stars got lost and left us behind, the power got drunk and popped too many, the moon got lonely and forgot how to shine and daisies forgot how to grow.