The Moth

A moth learned to fly

Up in the sky

So far away he saw the light

Not a light but the light

Brighter than any he had ever seen

He traveled day and he traveled night

But it was still so far away

His way was dark and it started to get cold

Oh the poor soul!

He could not stop until he had reached the light

But it was so far away

The distance he traveled was immense indeed

But the light was still so far away

The shred of warmth kept him warm

It was enough for him to survive

The next day would be it the moth said

He said it everyday

Never once did he stop to wonder

For he could not

What if the light was too far away?

The lights all around him

Never caught his attention

For him they were dark

He wanted the light which was so far away

Closer and closer as he went

Hell bent! He flew as fast as a moth could

but the distance was large

And his wings so small

It wouldn’t have mattered after all

As big the wings could have been

Would still burn from the light if it had not been so far away

The moth would never know and would fly eternal

How could he?

The light was so far away……

In his last breath he flapped his wings

An inch closer he got to the Sun

The Moth died on his way

The light still shined so far away.

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