She hovers above the last remnants of her sister,
serenely banishing the pompous colors of day with her own ethereal presence.
Two sides of the same coin, the sisters coexist peacefully,
both silently believing to be the other’s superior.
They are omnipotent and omnipresent,
the bashful leaders of the world.
All things occur under their watch.

They have observed countless generations of the human race,
each more destructive than the last,
but the sisters never interfere,
for it is not their place.
Though the days and nights swirl by for those on Earth,
they have much more meaning to those above.
Each day is an effort,
a task that requires the cunning and introspection of an endurance athlete.
But the sisters must go on, be it at a crawl or a sprint.
They will continue for as long as the humans allow them,
unceasingly turning to bring their gift to those that take them for granted.

As the last light goes off in the village,
the moon seems to project her image across the entirety of the sky.
Her rays are so ardent that they could be mistaken for those of her sister.
Though she knows of the terrible things that have taken place under her watch,
the moon is content with her role as removed observer.
She will continue to man her position for as long as she is needed,
a peaceful and gentle soul.