To all who will listen

I’ve a story to tell,

Of an innocent girl

And a wishing well.

She thought they were lies,

The stories they told,

Wishes made

By the courageous and bold.

So she threw in her coin

And she wished for the moon,

Then turned to go home

Saying she’d come back soon.

But when she got home

On the steps sat a gift,

And the size of the package

Was too big to lift.

Then she undid the ribbons

And untied the bows,

And opened the box

To see a soft glow.

She lifted the moon

Out of the box,

And thought of the beauty

Of the spring equinox.

The moon wasn’t hers

And it never would be,

So she lifted her hands

And she set the moon free.