The Lost Merriness

The moon was so silent,
Looked like it almost faint,
Everyone was unhappy and stressed,
And the writer's poems got depressed.
God was so clueless,
Nothing he could do for us,
And the moon started fainting a lot,
At last the writer made it talk.
He asked if something was wrong,
The moon stayed sad but strong,
He asked for the lost merriness,
Of the moon which was lost in wilderness.
The dull moon finally said,
That the sun made him quite jealous,
That the sun was so bright,
It was guilty for the lonely night.
The Sun was so energetic and joyful,
But I,...I only made people stressful.
Look at the birds dancing around The Sun,
Why are they asleep when its my time for fun?
The writer chose his words carefully,
To bring back merriness more beautifully.
He asked to the moon of dullness,
"What was wrong with the Sun's brightness?"
He agreed that it was bright,
But the moon got the chance to light the night.
He agreed that the Sun was energetic,
But that was his job, the real Sun is static.
He agreed that the birds danced around the Sun,
But for the Sun it is not so fun,
Admire the stars and night around you,
Admire them the way they do to you,
Admire the clouds who covered you,
Whenever the cold breeze blew.
The moon smiled and looked at the stars,
They smiled back and cured its scar.
The moon saw the sleeping clouds,
Who had no idea what was happening around.
The moon then smiled at the writer,
And the happiness won over like a fighter....