For a friend: Fragile flower, don't let the sun's rays wilt you. The sun may shine with self-importance But alas it is a ball of gas in the sky. Let the soft, gentle light of the moon embrace you. For it is a rock and is stead fast. Let it glow upon your skin. Let it cool the burning pain of the sun. For the sun is not so big in the sky. One day it will burn out and take all life with it. And there the moon will still sit mourning in silence.