They say, the sun never rises twice. But what if it stops shining anymore? I saw flowers, bees, rainbows, how beautiful could it be? But its all gone. gone in a few words. I was just a star, standing beside the sun all the time. But I could never have been the moon, covering the sun and being its opposite number. Now it's stopped shining, everything's gone. Only tears, darkness and my shadow. And I can't make it shine again. No. Not for my own selfish reasons. The sun may relish not shining, so it could be like the moon. And the star, could only stay and watch. For the only light it ever had, was gone.