Unwavering Light

I lay in the soft, plush grass. Its comforts me the way a bed would. The warm summer air acts as my blanket, softer then silk against my pale skin. I open my eyes seeing the world for the first time, as if I am born over again. The silver moon shines bright like a black cats eyes in the dark. Even in the darkest of times the moon shines down the purist of light. As soft as the glow from a fire fly. The light touches everything in sight, making you see the real beauty of life. Making everything have a silvery glow. The moon is unwavering. Even on the worst day it will still shine bright. When its pool of light doesn’t pour down on the earth you still know it is there. On the worst nights you can look at the bright quarter in the sky and realize life still has meaning. Life is still worth living.
I blink and look again. The moon is still there, bright and full. When everything else in the world has failed and left you the moon is still there, carefully watching and protecting you, never leaving. The moon is the one thing I can always count on. It’s as stead as a rock. Beautiful and strong, it shows its self to the world everyday. I hope to be like it when I grow up. I hope to have the confidence the moon has.