The moon

Our moon is something special, isn't it? This giant ball reflecting the sun's light, serenely floating about in the sky. Stories, art, poems, so much has been inspired by the moon. There are stories called tales by moonlight in my culture. I think of my ancestors so long ago in Nigeria, children prancing about like woodland faeries under the moonlight, learning new lessons from their elders.

The moon is a deity to many, or was. It has the power to move tides and remind people of time passing. It is a telltale sign that the day has come to an end and a kind light to guide those who still choose to move through the dark of night. But do we deserve another?

I think having two moons would be beautiful. I also think it would be unnecessary. Mankind disregards every aspect of nature. Mankind forgets the kindness of the moon and dares the sun to burn with more and more of the foolish capitalist desires of those at the top causing global warming. I think we should be grateful to have one at all. To be able to look up to the sky at night and sometimes see a friend up there, looking right back at us. But to have another moon would mean we deserved to see such beauty doubly and that is the last thing we should have.

The sun and the moon are two sides of a coin and we honour neither one. We disregard their kindness by destroying all the living things they help to keep alive. We pollute the seas, push back the tides, slaughter the wildlife, destroy the green and all that nature has to offer. If there were to be gods, then the moon would be one. Watching, guiding, switching shifts with the sun day and night to help us all it might. And we don't deserve for them to smile at us even the slightest, not at all.