Two short poems and a story for you. I am rather proud of the story, so i hope you enjoy! When you read it, see if you can understand the moral. There may be more then one (who knows?). I am sure there is more than meets the eye, so use your's to find that something more.


Mist
Watching life running by;
playing amongst the graves.
Eating Death,
drinking Life.


Look up here child
We look upward towards moons and sing to the stars.
But some of us look upwards and shout,
Frightened, the stars cry; blazing infernos of sadness,
plummeting towards life.

Stars
Stars tend to roam across the universe.
They do this quite frequently, and they know the way well.
But sometimes they stumble.
And when that happens, they shed tears.
They cry out "Who has tripped me, who has tripped me?
How could they do such a thing! I've skinned my knee!"
But the one who tripped them didn't mean to,
it was an accident, it wasn't their fault!
So, they hide.
They are scared, scared of the stars tears,
but more so scared of why the stars are crying.
It's all my fault the tripper thinks,
It's always my fault.
So the tripper cries too,
and continues to hide.

Now, the tripper could say to the stars, I'm sorry! I tried to rush past to fast, and I've tripped you! I'm so sorry! Can you ever forgive me!?
And of course the stars would forgive the tripper, 'It's all ok, really, don't cry' they'd say.
And the tripper would even feel better, and thank the stars for their kindness.
They'd get to talking.
They'd even be friends.
Yeah.....they'd be friends.