A part of a whole

A curve in the sky, one that forms a full circle. A mid light, right above us. One that can be seen all over the world, as long as you look up, the moon , the sun , either will be seen. In the darkness and in the light, in sorrow and in joy.

The sun sets the moon shines, something to look forward to something to look upward to. Something that always shows, something that doesn’t fail to perform it’s duty, if not duty, it doesn’t fail to keep his promises.

Looking up sometimes I don’t realise that it’s there, the moon, the sun, always there, up in the sky, never fails to show up.

Twilight or dawn, sunrise or sunset, a promise that doesn’t fail