And Then There's the Moon

The sun
Brilliant and showy in it's trek across the sky
But if you try to look at it, to see it's true intentions,
You become blinded by its shimmering outer layer.
And then there's the moon
It's silvery splendor seen by few
For many eyes have shut
The sun
Dancing for all to feel it's warmth and greatness
The flowers turn their heads
To see it, to follow it, it is their idol
They reach their faces to it
In hopes to feel its touch.
And then there's the moon
After the flowers bow their petals
After they have been scorched by the mocking heat of the sun
It is there, to give them the refreshing drink of cool shade
But they never know it.
The sun
Who in the winter displays great light,
But the warmth never touching the frozen ground
Yet all are tricked into believing that the sun will warm them
Dispite the frost
And then there's the moon
Who by traveling at night is mysterious
Unknown
When you look up to it, you see straight through to its craters and faults
A face, etched with its years of being a nobody
Until somebody sees
Until somebody turns for the moon, not the sun
For the moon, the one who does its work without asking for anything in return
And though more people turn to the sun
The moon moves the tides