Speaking to the moon

My little son spoke to the moon again
This time showing off his toy train

I got excited, decided to give a try
Sat next to him, staring above the dark deep sky

I tried, i listened aloud to my confused heart
and my noisy brain, phew it was so hard!

I was exhausted and my son smiled
Continued to speak to the moon in ease

I sat back, watching him and his merry
Feeling sad, quickly shifting to what i know

The boring science and the boring arts
The boring ideas of the modern adult


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